POV: JACKSON
"What?" Owen asked, clearly taken aback by Tom's response.
"I don't know who it was. The face had so many mouths that I couldn't see it clearly," Tom replied quietly.
"But you said..." Owen started, looking bewildered at Tom, who was avoiding eye contact and focusing on his hands.
Was he lying?
"Alright, that's alright. The important thing is that Saint is safe now and the child is free," Owen said as he stood up. "This wraps up my work here. I'm leaving soon." He then walked out of Tom's room.
"Stay here, I'll be back," I told Tom as Chris and I followed Owen out.
As soon as we approached him, he said, "He's lying. He knows who the child is."
"How do you know that?" Chris asked.
"Because he spoke to the child, and it sounded like he recognized him. When he w
