博客來It was a simple job: Invent a conspiracy.
I made up QAnon and broke the world.
Nobody from my old life is still speaking to me except for the ones who have nothing left to lose. I’ve got an alcoholic professional killer in recovery, a witch who wants me dead, and a doomsday cultist I can’t trust. We have to execute a heist that just might save the world or at least settle my conscience. And that’s if my own spirit guide doesn’t eat me first.
It’s not just another day at the office. It’s the last one.
