“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” Mina said. “But here’s the thing, Luca. The chip isn’t a fake. It’s one of the originals from the Rhapsody lab. Project number seven. Your project.”
Mina caught his sleeve. “Then why go?”
“They want me to come looking,” he said softly.
Luca smiled—a thin, tired expression. “Seventh floor of the old Rhapsody building. Midnight. That’s where they’ll be.”
Tonight, Luca sat in the back of a noodle shop called The Golden Bough, stirring broth with a chipped spoon. Across from him sat a woman in a gray coat. Her name was Officer Mina Sero, and she was the only cop in Verance who hadn’t tried to arrest him.
“Probably.”
He tapped his chest. “Seven percent. The odds of a trap being set in the original lab are sixty-three percent higher than anywhere else. And the odds of me walking into it anyway?” He stood, pulling on his coat. “Exactly one hundred.”
