Chapter Eighteen
My stomach seemed to drop roughly a thousand feet. But I managed to keep my voice calm — well, almost calm — as I stared at my uncle and demanded, “A bargaining chip for what?”
“I’m not sure. At first, I thought it might have been some sort of revenge for the member of their team you inadvertently killed during the Mars raid, but then I realized that didn’t fit.” He crossed his arms and settled his weight back on one foot, as if he intended to remain standing for a while. Who knows — maybe he thought better that way. “After all, they know they already have you on the hook for some kind of reparations, whenever they figure out what they want those to be. Also, Paul’s remark about them being cold-blooded and logical got me thinking. If revenge is out, and Raphael’s of no u
