Damian tightened his grip on the laptop's edges as he peered at the flickering screen. The blurry picture was unmistakable:
Rachel and Dr. Langdon seated in a slick, dimly lit restaurant, too personal and conspiratorial.
Rachel's voice was muffled, but the captions provided by the anonymous sender were chillingly clear:
"Memory suppression is delicate.
Ava must forget the night or everything will fall apart."
Damian's world tilted. He had trusted the woman in charge of Ava's care and recovery, and she had known.
She had participated.
And, Ava...
He slammed the laptop shut, his heart racing. He felt the walls closing in. He wanted answers, and the only place to start was with Rachel.
Rachel was cooking tea in her Manhattan home when Damian walked in unexpectedly.
