An audible gasp rose through the crowd, and they began to push forward in their eagerness to hear more, jostling for a better position. Christopher had been a high-ranking official who ran Elsewhere with his brother for years, and no doubt many of the former prisoners remembered his particular brand of sadism. Several shouted at me, demanding proof, and I shook my head, my voice rising.
“I’ve felt the V on the back of his neck myself. But he’s done a masterful job of destroying nearly all of the evidence that he was Masked. Some still exists, though. And when the time is right, the Blackcoats will release it and prove that the man who calls himself Frederick—the man dictating our lives, the most powerful man in the country—is an impostor.”
I had to shout the last few words into the micro
