Dawn came and Lucian had not moved from his desk in six hours. His suit jacket was discarded on a leather chair, his sleeves rolled up, and tie discarded.
He had bypassed the primary security layers hours ago. Now, he was in the deep, currents of the old military databases, using a series of bypass codes he had gotten from his father's private encryption keys. He was hunting for a ghost named Paul La Gres, and he was finding more than he had ever bargained for.
His eyes, stinging from the blue light of the holographic displays, suddenly locked onto a file marked with a triple-black seal. It was a genetic dossier, scrubbed from the public record nearly a century ago.
As the decryption bar reached one hundred percent, the truth popped out in strings of medical reports.
