Chapter 6 - THE GHOST RETURNSMarcus stepped out. He looked older, scarred, and cold—nothing like the man I remembered. But the laugh—that same, sharp, mocking laugh—was there.
"You got smart, Adrian," he said, not approaching me. "But you’re still too slow. The agency tracked you the moment you crossed the threshold of that clinic."
"Marcus? You're alive? You let everyone think you were dead!"
"I was dead," he said, touching a scar on his neck. "Until they decided they needed someone to finish the work. I ran. I took the boy. He's not my son, Adrian. He's the subject."
