Chapter 7, The Spy:
The room was dark, and the soft sheets radiated warmth from a body that lay next to him. The Spy, when he finally roused enough to come to the realization of where he lay, couldn’t remember how he got there. He recalled the attack on the lift, and he remembered the woman whose room he ended up in, but between escaping the platform and waking was mostly a blur of stumbling through the streets. His body ached, as if he had thousands of cuts, from head to toe. He would not be far off.
Fear gripped him. The consideration that the blast was only the first move in a coup attempt his concern. Someone worked hard to overthrow the Villas’ rule, and he grew confident they would not stop until successful or dead. Only a handful of people in the city knew his intentions. If they
