“Siphon?” This hotel was not the type of place a dead man could afford unless he had funds at his back. “You stole from CI?”
“I spent the five years after their deaths gathering what I needed, money and supplies. I had to stash different things in different places, we would need a base, but nothing could link back to me. We couldn’t have paperwork with our names on it because if it did, Synonymous would lose our edge, and we needed to be unknown. If the world thought we were dead, we could do whatever we wanted without ever worrying about suspicion falling on us.
“See, Brodie McCormack never died. He disappeared. Everyone speculated on who he was, where he was. Now he’s married, CEO of CI, and that damn cowbell can’t be silenced. He can hide in his manor and sign everything over to Zave
