"Sign here," Yuri said, pushing a thick envelope across the table. "Thirty million," he added, watching her expression. Catalina glanced at the envelope, then at the skyline through the glass. She tapped the corner of the contract with a fingertip and smiled without humor. "Is that an opening offer or a surrender?" Yuri's jaw tightened. "It's generous. It's clean. Crow takes care of things." "I don't want your generosity," Catalina said. "I don't want Crow to take care of my life. I want my son alive. That's not negotiable." Yuri set his palm flat on the paper. "This frees you. You disappear. We take responsibility for anything that ties you to Summit Hospital, to public attention. You walk away with enough for him to live in any city you choose." "Try again when you're giving away the hospital," Catalina said. "I'm not a liability on your balance sheet." "You're not thinking straight," Yuri said. "The device you need—" "MI2850," she cut in. "I know what model it is. I know your lawyers have held back access. I know there's a waiting list wrapped in corporate favors. Don't talk to me like I don't know the names of the machines that could save my kid." Yuri's expression flickered. He had planned a different scene. He opened his mouth, closed it, rearranged his suit. "We can make arrangements. We can move him to a private trial." "No," she said