เข้าสู่ระบบThe letter arrived on a Tuesday morning.Damien found it in the mailbox in the lobby. A plain white envelope with no return address and a postmark from a town in Oregon. He carried it upstairs and put it on the kitCaleb counter and stared at it for a long time before he opened it.Lennon came out of the nursery with Luca on his hip. "What's that?""A letter. I don't know who it's from.""Open it."Damien opened it. The handwriting was familiar and it took him a moment to place it. And then he did and his chest got tight.Dear Damien and Lennon,I've been following your story in the news. I know everything that happened with Kessler and the trial and the shooting. I know you've been through things I can't even imagine. I wanted to reach out sooner but I didn't know if you would want to hear from me.I'm doing well. I moved to Oregon after everything happened and I have a job at a bookstore and a small apartment near the coast. I'm happy. I've moved on with my life.But I think about L
After Damien was discharged, we decided to seek therapy. The therapist's office was on the fourth floor of a building downtown. The windows looked out over the river and the chairs were comfortable and the woman who sat across from them had a kind face and a calm voice. She had a way of asking questions that made Damien want to answer them honestly.They had been coming here for three months. Every Tuesday at two o'clock. Damien had resisted at first. He had said he didn't need therapy and he could handle his own problems and talking to a stranger about his feelings wasn't going to change anything. But Lennon had insisted and eventually Damien had agreed because Lennon had asked and because he was trying to be better about letting people help him.The therapist's name was Dr Caleb. She specialized in trauma recovery, family counseling and she had worked with people who had been through things that made Damien's life look ordinary. She never seemed shocked by anything they told her.
Damien was moved out of the ICU on the fourth day.The doctors said his vitals were strong and the surgical site was healing well and there were no signs of infection. They moved him to a private room on the third floor with a window that looked out over the city and a chair that pulled out into a bed for Lennon.Lennon had barely left the hospital. He went home once to shower and change clothes and hold Luca for more than a few minutes. Evelyn had been staying at the penthouse with the baby and Scarlett had been handling the fallout from the shooting and Roman had been dealing with the police.There were statements to give and reports to file and the man who shot Damien was in custody. But Lennon didn't care about any of that. He cared about the color coming back into Damien's face and the way his voice was getting stronger every day and the fact that he was alive."You need to sleep in an actual bed," Damien said on the fifth day.Lennon was sitting in the chair with his feet prop
The waiting room smelled like antiseptic and old coffee. Lennon had been staring at the same spot on the floor for the past hour without really seeing it.Roman sat three chairs down with his head in his hands. His shirt still had Damien's blood on it. Dark stains that had dried stiff and brown against the white fabric. He hadn't moved to change and no one had asked him to.Archer sat beside him. Not touching him but close enough that their shoulders were almost brushing. His eyes kept moving to the doors that led to the surgical wing and then back to Roman and then back to the doors again.Evelyn held Luca in her lap. The baby was asleep now after crying for the first two hours. He didn't understand what was happening. He just knew his father wasn't there, his other father was shaking and pale. Scarlett had taken him for a while, then Evelyn had taken him back, and now she sat with her grandson pressed against her chest and her eyes fixed on nothing.The clock on the wall ticked.
The car ride back to the penthouse took twelve minutes.Damien ran three red lights and took a corner so fast the tires screamed against the asphalt. Lennon was on the phone with Scarlett the whole time and his voice was steady but his hands were shaking and he kept asking the same question everytime."Is Luca okay? Is he okay?""He's fine," Scarlett said. "Evelyn has him in the panic room. The door is locked and I'm watching the cameras.""Where is he? Where's Webb?""He's on the fifteenth floor. He got in through the service elevator. He's just standing in the hallway outside your door."Damien took another corner. "Is he armed?""I can't tell from the cameras. But his jacket is bulky, he could be carrying something."Roman was in the car behind them with two other security men. Archer was still at the museum coordinating with the police. Everyone was scattered and everyone was trying to get to the same place at the same time."He's not getting into the panic room," Scarlett said. "
Roman called back ten minutes later. He had a name."Marcus Webb. He was one of Kessler's lieutenants. Low-level but connected. He disappeared about six months before Kessler was arrested and we assumed he went into hiding when things started falling apart.""What's his connection to us?""He blames you for Kessler's downfall. He blames all of us, he's been posting on forums and message boards for months. Conspiracy theories and threats and rants about how we destroyed the network and ruined his life. The FBI had him on a watch list but he slipped through.""And now he's here.""It looks that way."The next morning Damien gathered everyone in the living room. Roman, Archer, Scarlett and Evelyn. Lennon sat on the couch with Luca in his lap and Damien stood by the window with the curtains still drawn."We're not running," Damien said. "We're not hiding. We've done too much of that already.""What's the plan?" Archer asked."We find him before he finds us. Roman has a name and a histor
They drove back to the penthouse in silence. Not the uncomfortable kind. The kind that came after everything important had already been said. Lennon watched the city through the window. Damien watched the road. Neither of them needed to fill it.Inside, Lennon made coffee without asking. He set a
Kessler called at nine PM."I know who has your files," he said, before Lennon had said hello.Lennon was standing at the window. He looked at Damien."Tell me," Lennon said."The deletion was commissioned by a man named Pryor," Kessler said. "He is in my party. He has been in my party for nine yea
Chapter 145The page had two names on it.The trustee,?Lennon already knew that name. Below it, a second name: a signature on the original payment authorization. Someone who had co-signed the commission.Lennon read it. He did not recognize it."Roman," he said.Roman came back from the corridor. H
Chapter 143Roman called the Volkov principal at two forty-three AM.The conversation was eight minutes. Lennon did not hear it, he was in the observation ward on the second floor with four stitches in his upper arm and the specific exhausted quiet of a body that had been through a great deal in a







