Lina stood outside the warehouse with her phone pressed to her ear, listening to a man explain that the thing she'd been promised was now for sale to the highest bidder. The dead man had kept good records, he said. Better than expected. Someone on the east side was already making an offer. She ended the call and walked three blocks before she let herself think. The secret was a list of names — people who moved money through the Garden without asking questions. She'd spent two months positioning herself to receive it. Now the east side buyer would meet the seller tonight at a bunker hidden under an old oak tree, a place where no one could watch the exchange happen. Lina had one advantage: she knew where that bunker was, and the seller didn't know she knew. She pulled out her phone again and made a different call, offering something she'd sworn she wouldn't trade yet. By morning, either the east side would consider her real, or she'd have nothing left to bargain with.