“Two months ago, your car’s brake line developed a slow leak. Security footage shows David in the garage the night before. He could have cut it completely. Instead he damaged it just enough that the warning would come on and you’d take it to a mechanic.”
Another file.
“Three months ago, when you were sick with stomach flu, he made you soup and gave you medication. We tested the medication afterward. It was clean.”
I stared at the screen, then at Carter.
“He had orders to kill me and didn’t.”
“Maybe more than once,” Carter said. “Those are just the incidents we can prove.”
“Why?”
“We had a theory,” Carter said.
He opened an audio file.
“This was captured three years ago off one of Marcus’s associates.”
Marcus’s voice filled the unit. Cold. Commanding. Thickly accented.
You have been in position for two years. When do you complete your assignment?
Then David.
Younger, but unmistakable.
Soon. I need more time.
Marcus’s voice turned vicious.
I gave you twelve years. I made you into what you are, and you repay me with hesitation.
She is not what you said she would be, David said.
