POV: Felix The warehouse address Ryan had given me was forty minutes away. I made it in twenty-five. I stood inside with a flashlight and looked at what Martin had left behind, and I understood that Ryan had told me the truth.There were things in that warehouse that should not have existed. Things that connected too many places, too many times, too many losses. I walked through slowly, touching nothing, reading everything, and the picture that assembled itself in my mind was one I had never considered, not once in all the years I had spent searching for enemies outside my own family.So close…So fucking close…The enemy had been so close, the enemy had stood at my wife’s funeral, he had a face I knew, had also known my entire life, and had used that familiarity as the finest cover in the world, because no one looks closely at what has always been there. I stood in the center of that warehouse for a long time, alone, the flashlight cutting a single pale circle in the dark, and
Magbasa pa
Mag-log in
