ADRIAN’s POV
I had been carrying the question for over four years now. Four years since the night I sat in the conference room and listened to a recording from a dead man’s phone while Damien stood beside me.
Damien had said he knew the voice from the recording but he had said nothing after that.
I had asked him twice again that night and he told me he had been mistaken. That the distortion made it impossible to identify and that he had spoken too quickly.
But I watched his face while he said it and I had let it go because letting it go was the strategic decision at that time. Pressing Damien on something he had decided to withhold was like pressing water, it simply moved around you and gave you nothing.
So I just stopped pressing and waited. But tonight. I stopped waiting.
Tonight I
