I spent the rest of the night in the lab, working. I had brought the camera with me, and I had brought the samples, and I had brought the photographs that Daniel had hidden. I spread everything out on the steel table and tried to make sense of it.
Marcus Hale had been running an organ trafficking operation for years. Elena Vasquez had been his surgeon. Daniel had been investigating them for three years. Raymond Cole had been murdered, and his body had been used to fake Daniel's death. And someone had been watching me.
The question was why. Why had they targeted me? Why had they used Daniel's identity, Daniel's body, Daniel's history?
The answer came to me slowly, like a memory rising from deep water.
Because I was the one who could identify the body. Because I was the one who would kno
