Ever since he started chasing the subway, a question had been lingering in the back of Chaisi's mind.
Blackmoor City had at least several thousand subway cars in service, which could be separated and reconfigured into different trains. Once a train left the station, finding a specific car again was like finding a needle in a haystack—especially since they were cleaned daily.
How could Ivan be so sure he could get the Illusion back?
Watching the subway driver back away step by step before turning to run, the answer suddenly became clear, taking shape in Chaisi's mind.
The target Ivan needed to find again wasn't one of the hundreds of identical, untraceable subway cars; it was a subway employee with a name and a steady job. Finding the car was impossible, but finding the man? That was simple.
He almost wanted to laugh out loud. He had thought of Ivan as a smart idiot, but he hadn't accurately guessed the depths of his stupidity and genius.
