Adrian's mind fractured into a thousand pieces, each one screaming different truths. Victoria had been working against him. Or with him. Or both. The line between alliance and betrayal had become so blurred that Adrian could no longer determine where one ended and the other began.
Halifax kept the gun steady, his expression betraying nothing. He was a thin man in his sixties, with gray temples and the precise, delicate hands of a surgeon. Adrian had met him twice—both times at medical conferences where Halifax had discussed pharmaceutical research ethics. The irony wasn't lost on Adrian.
"I don't understand," Adrian said slowly, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. "Victoria contacted me. She wanted to help expose her father."
"Of course she did," Halifax replied. "Because that's
