Chapter 10 - The Lie About EliEvelyn emerged from the smoke.
She wasn't carrying a weapon.
That frightened me more.
“You.”
She smiled sadly.
“You finally remember enough.”
Logan raised his gun.
“You're dead.”
“I was supposed to be.”
Marcus groaned on the pavement.
Evelyn looked at him.
“You were always stubborn, Marcus.”
“Who are you working for?” I demanded.
“No one.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To finish what you started.”
She pointed at me.
“Eight years ago, you and Logan destroyed the first Helix facility.”
“And Eli?”
“Was born afterward.”
“You said he's my son.”
“He is.”
I stared at her.
“How?”
She handed me a file.
Eli had been born through an experimental reproductive program.
My genetic material had been taken years before.
Without my knowledge.
“Why?”
“Because Helix was trying to create children resistant to memory manipulation.”
I looked at Logan.
He shook his head.
“She’s telling the truth.”
I felt sick.
“Then why did you keep Eli hidden?”
“Because the Wardens wanted him.”
“Why?”
“Because he remembers what adults forget.”
I looked at her.
“What does that mean?”
“Eli has an unusual neurological response.”
She crouched beside Marcus.
“He can recognize people even after their identities have been altered.”
“That's impossible.”
“No.”
She looked at me.
“It's the reason he recognized Logan.”
Silence.
Then she said:
“And it's the reason he recognized the man with the silver ring.”
I remembered.
The dead man.
Eli had said he was one of the good people.
“So who is the man with the ring?”
Evelyn looked at Logan.
“Your brother.”
I turned.
“What?”
Logan slowly removed something from his pocket.
A silver ring.
My blood ran cold.
“You're one of them.”
“No.”
“Then why do you have it?”
“Because I stole it.”
“From whom?”
Logan didn't answer.
Evelyn did.
“From the man who runs the Wardens.”
“Who?”
She looked directly at me.
“Your father.”
My knees nearly gave out.
“My father died fifteen years ago.”
Evelyn nodded.
“That's what everyone believes.”
She opened the file.
Inside was a photograph.
My father.
Older.
Alive.
Standing beside a man whose face I recognized from every nightmare I'd had since Blackwater Bridge.
Arthur Voss.
The dead commissioner.
I whispered:
“That's impossible.”
Evelyn shook her head.
“No, Colin.”
May you like
She looked at the photograph.
“Death was the first lie they taught you.”
