Dorothea's voice still hung in the air.
"That's Uncle Julian."
The face in the video was unmistakably Julian's. But Julian was upstairs. In that bed.
Two strange things pressing down at once. Inside Avery's head, something started turning in one direction.
Her phone buzzed. Dominic's number.
Avery answered. For a long moment, there was only the howl of wind and someone else's breathing.
"Don't move."
A low male voice came through the line. Hoarse.
Not Dominic.
"You're not Julian." Dominic's voice.
"Of course I'm not. I'm 001. You know that."
"Nothing was impossible in Wenger's lab. You know that too. They could reshape a person's facial bones. I needed to look like him. Because Avery wouldn't trust a stranger."
"But she would trust her brother."
001 kept going. "When she was s
