“For?”
“He was kept alive for me,” Vaughn said cryptically. “Barely. His outsides were not so bad, his insides a mess. When a heart became available, the both of them, it was too serendipitous to let pass. It was not something I had fully planned ahead, but I had definitely toyed with the notion. Once it was decided, well, it was perfect—meant to be. You never had to know, except life did not return as we had hoped.”
“We?”
“I have associates you will never know now.”
“Now? Because you are…?”
“Because I am dying and because…I do not feel as if you are suited to such endeavors. That has been proven by your continuous obsession. This is not a line of work where a persistent conscience is a benefit. You wonder. You obsess. You think.” Vaughn chuckled. “You are too damned smart. I had to c
