Contrary to the world's opinion, Ronan Lynch is not and never has been a what.

This is quaint. Pathetic. "No," he says, with a nonchalant roll of his shoulders. "I'm not interested." In races he's already won. In bullshit theories. In the wishful thinking of desperate maniacs. If Ronan is here, Adam will find him. He hardly needs Kavinsky's help.