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“The architecture.”
“All of it.”
“So no one can ever use it again.”
Boone leans forward.
“Even you?”
“Yes.”
That answer sits between us.
Then Boone nods once.
“Alright.”
I blink.
“That’s it?”
“You thought I’d argue?”
“It’s a dangerous trip.”
“I’ve done those before.”
I laugh softly.
“That’s true.”
Boone reaches for his wallet and tosses a few bills onto the table.
“Finish your coffee.”
“We’ll head back to the river.”
“Why?”
“I need to pack.”
I tilt my head.
“For what?”
He stands.
“For Los Angeles.”
“You’re coming with me?”
He gives me a look.
“You’re not tearing down a city-scale system alone.”
Something warm spreads through my chest.
“You really don’t hesitate, do you?”
