*Silas*
“Do you think there is value in what we do here?” I ask one of the staff, a guy named Conner, the one who was in charge of taking Sophie to the facility. “Empowering people to change their lives? Making the world a better place?”
“Of course... the work here is everything,” he says meekly, like someone waiting to be scolded.
I shake my head. “Then I just don't understand how I failed you so badly.”
“You never failed me,” he says, wringing his hands nervously.
I breathe in slowly. “Sophie Marchuk never made it to the facility. The LAPD just found her body in Lancaster. All those status reports you’ve been giving me over the last few weeks were all lies. Now all we have, everything we have to offer, is at risk. So tell me, tell me what I missed.”
“It’s not your fault,” he swallo
