Chapter 25

How close are you?

He responds with a picture of a rusty, single-wide trailer. He’s maybe a yard away. I can’t visualize where he’s standing. The Bogs are nothing but swamp, rickety walkways, and floating hovels. Is he in the water? In another scavenger’s home?

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t look like he can get closer without being on her doorstep.

I jab the elevator button. Enough of this. It’s time to go to work.

The gym is in the Tower basement. My family lives in the penthouse. On the twenty floors in between, high-ranking packmates from the five families jockey and backbite and scheme to move a...