“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.”
Luca’s thumb traced the rim of his bowl. Seven percent wasn’t much against a setup. But it was enough to sense a trap. “Who’s framing me?” luckydog7
Enough for the bullet to miss his heart by seven millimeters. Enough for the safe door’s seventh tumbler to stick just as the guards ran past. Enough for the seventh card in a deck to be exactly what he needed. “That’s what I’m trying to find out,” Mina said
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.” It’s one of the originals from the Rhapsody lab
Mina pulled out a second chip. Same black. Same silver seven. But this one had a crack running through its center. “Then tomorrow, someone else uses your luck to empty the Grand Verance Bank. And you get the blame anyway.”
“I know. But someone used your signature. Same M.O.—alarms glitch, cameras loop, and the only thing taken was a single chip from the high-roller vault.” She leaned closer. “They left this behind. With your name on it.”