The flatline of Richard Walker’s heart monitor filled the room like a scream. It was the only sound after Andrew’s cold words:

“You walked into my trap, Jason. And now, you’ve killed Father.”

Jason’s anger boiled over.

“I didn’t kill him! He was telling me the truth about you, about ‘The Architect’!”

He held Richard’s journal tightly, as if it were on fire in his hands.

Andrew gave a cold smile.

“Truth? He was a weak old man. His secrets mean nothing now. Give me the journal, Jason.”

Leah kept her gun aimed at Andrew.

“We know everything about ‘The Architect,’ about David, and about jason’s mother.”

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