But the DVD drive was glowing green now. Waiting.

He was holding something. A small glass vial, the size of her thumb, filled with a milky liquid that seemed to glow faintly.

Elena picked up the coin. Her finger hovered over the touchpad.

She reached into her pocket. Her father had sent her a birthday card four years ago, unopened. She’d kept it out of spite, unopened. She fished it out now, tore the envelope, and a single, tarnished Spanish doubloon clinked onto the desk.