"Tell Harris to follow that lead. The more evidence, the better."
Frank nodded, packed up his medical kit, and walked out.
The interrogation room fell quiet again.
I ran the timeline through my mind. Victor had been working with Nightshade for at least three years. Evelyn, in her determination to look after Victor in her sister's place, had framed me to lift him into my position, almost certainly without knowing what kind of organization stood behind him. But I had no intention of telling her. She had already chosen her side, and it was the one against me.
The next day, Martin and Winnie didn't come. Instead, a man I had never seen walked in. He was tall, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and carried a black briefcase.
He set the briefcase on the table and opened it. Inside was a row of test
