Fifty-Six
Realization
“Nuh-uh.” Probably not the smartest thing to ever come out of my mouth, but I am very tired. “How is that possible? How did we not see this?”
Wes smiles and glances briefly at the zip-tied detainees slumped in the gallery seats. “How did any of these people squeak through?”
Len Emmerich leans against the desk. The intimidating service weapon holstered on his belt is a solemn reminder that what’s going down here is no joke, even as Hunter wails cartoonishly at Kelly about his undying love. “That’s the thing with Dea Vitae. These fuckers are smart. If Iona wanted you to think she was Ainsley, then that’s who she was.”
“But she’s, like, in charge of growing food. She seems really good at her job. How is this even possible?”
“She’s very good at growing all sorts of
