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THE HELICOPTER LANDED AT the downtown Manhattan heliport on Pier 6 in the East River. Naomi was looking increasingly pale and the temporary dressing on her leg was sodden with blood.
"You need to get to a hospital," Jake said. "I'll take the corpus back to ARKANE myself."
She hesitated and he could see how torn she was, desperate to finish what they had started together. But after a moment she nodded, wincing as Jake helped her away from the helicopter towards a waiting car.
"The Buttonwood men," she said as they walked across the tarmac. "I was thinking about it as we flew over – anything to keep my mind off the pain. It was the Buttonwood agreement in the late eighteenth century that began the New York Stock Exchange."
The words set off a thrum within Jake, as if finally the corr
