Chapter 1 Leaning back against the bar of Dev Beat, a popular San Francisco nightclub, Laney Marconi tugged on the hem of her short black dress and took a sip of her club soda. She’d asked the bartender to garnish the glass with a slice of lime so that it looked like a gin and tonic. The drink and the outfit were all part of her disguise to look like a regular club patron. Blue and purple ceiling strobe lights pulsed in time with the loud music screaming from the speakers. The oval-shaped bar’s lighting display was made entirely of …