Chapter 6

The invitation came on thick, lacquered stock, embossed in a gold so bright it seemed chemical. Patrick had read it at least a dozen times before tonight, parsing every verb for hints of a dress code that was less “black tie optional” and more “fail to comply and be vaporized.” At the bottom, in small italic script, was a line: Please arrive promptly and present your credentials at the door. He kept rereading this in the Uber, as if it might at the last moment self-destruct.

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