Eighteen
A million different scenarios ran through my brain on the trip back out to Newton. Had they finished unscrambling the video files already or had they run into some unforeseen problem? Was Desmond going to try to recruit me back into the fold again? The uncertainty of what lay beyond the exterior of headquarters sent anxious jolts of energy through my body, making my skin prickle with electricity. I zapped myself twice on the door handle before I was even in the foyer.
Desmond waited for me in the hallway, a solemn look on his face. That wasn’t good. The last time I’d seen that expression was at my mother’s sham of a funeral when I learned no one was going to give her justice. I stopped a few feet from him, arms at my sides even though my instinct told me a fight was coming and I
