Elira’s POV

The ride back to the Grandfather's facility was eerily silent.

My mind, still reeling from the revelation of the photograph—the man who was Marco's near-perfect double—was now working at double speed, trying to re-contextualize every betrayal I'd ever experienced.

I wasn't a fool. I'd realized it by now. My father was being played, and the key to his entire lie was sitting in my jacket pocket.

“Nico, step on it,” I commanded from the back seat. “If that photo is what I think it is, the Grandfather’s facility is now the most dangerous place in the state. Whoever is running this operation won’t let us connect the dots.”...