“Fitch, did you ever hear about Bernard's kid being shipped off years ago? Rumor has it, he bit the dust at sresearch lab."

"Yeah, that's not exactly a state secret. His son, just like Eric back in the day, got sent on shush-hush mission and never made

it back. Not even a bone to bury."

"Is there any record of the people they sent out?"

"Top secret stuff. Once someone kicks the bucket, their ID gets wiped clean."

Seemed like digging around here might just be a piece of cake.

Her lips curled, "I'm thinking, we don't really know what Bernard's angle is. What if we turn back the clock and say his son didn't

die at that lab, what if he was already gone before that? Maybe Bernard's playing God, trying to bring his boy back to life by

sparking his memories in someone else's noggin. Does that theory hold water?"

The moment she finished, the room plunged into silence. Maja's wild guesses always had a way of flipping everything on its head.

Nobody spoke, but then Patric, who'd been quiet as a church mouse, let out a snort. That snort got under Beck's skin. He stood up

and jabbed a finger at Patric's cheek.

"Hey, you cell warrior, what are you snickering at? Keep it up and I'll make you eat Rocky's dog treats, you believe that?"

Patric's face turned stormy, but his hands were tied behind his back, and he was cuffed to a sturdy iron rack. He wasn't going

anywhere.

"Back off!"

Beck. Beck dodged with

figured the

and vanity, but deep down, he had a

the Sanders family, and just as

wonder those two were at each other's

"Beck, knock it off."

seat. Maja eyed

Adam's apple bobbing, eyes suddenly rimmed red. After

your business!"

caught a whiff of hurt, panic, and defiance in his voice. She suddenly remembered, back when Eric was

to off Eric

personality, and Eric should just disappear. Patric

silent, only ever

so sure? Because he knew Patric was just a fragment of his brother lan's

his

offshoot personality would inevitably be charmed by her too. So Eric was certain Patric

he figured out where he

the face before her. The flutter of her teen years was long gone. Now she

calm.

turned to address the group lounging on the

pieced together the details. Bernard once said he wasn't

a subject under experiment, and it succeed. Bernard wants to do the same, transplant his son's memories into

would live again. He must have those

the person he's

the right shell. Bernard's interest

on the couch stayed mum.

moved his lips, "You're

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