“Preserved and mirrored,” Arthur confirmed.

“Nothing on those servers can be altered or deleted now without the change itself being logged.

I saw to it personally, three days ago.”

On the tablet, in the nine silent boxes, I watched the faces of people who had known and trusted Flynn for years go slowly, one by one, to stone.

Chapter 12 — The Cruelty

Flynn did what cornered men do, which is to try, in quick succession, every tool that has ever worked for him before, until he runs out.

He tried charm first.