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“I overheard you talkingjust now.”
“So?” Ray threw anothershirt into his duffle wishing the man would just leave.
Owens rubbed the back of his head.“I’ve dealt with the Noah Group.”
“What the fuck?” Ray tookthe few steps separating them and picked Owens up by his collar.“Are you one of them? Are you part of this group?”
“No, shit, no.”
Ray released Owens and tossed him backinto the chair.
“Talk.”
Owens closed his eyes and sucked in adeep breath. “I’m a product of the experiments the Noah Groupundertook before I was left at an orphanage thirty-six years ago. Iwas only six at the time, but I remember everything.”
Ray would have laughed if thesituation weren’t so serious. What the hell were the odds? Daysago, he knew nothing about the survivors or the Noah Group. Now hewas faced with losing Ghost and discovering a man he’d known forover twenty years, a fellow detective, was also asurvivor.
“Why are you telling methis?”
“I think I canhelp.”
Hell, this day was going from bad tonuclear, and he was lost on how to fix it. But he knew someone hecould talk to who could make sense of it all. He dialed thenumber.
***
“According to Spencer,everything Owens has told you is verifiable,” Brick confirmed. “Hehacked the foster care system and found the guy’s record. We wereable to find mention of a young boy fitting the informationprovided in the files we rescued from the storage units beforeIsabelle Noah could have them destroyed,” Brick said.
“So, am I supposed tobelieve him and bring him along?” Ray asked.
“Conor’s here and wants totalk to Owens,” Brick said. “We hadn’t placed a tracker on Ghostyet, so we need to cover every option available.”
“I’ll put the call onspeaker. Go ahead.”
“Detective Rocko Owens?”Conor asked.
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Are you a survivor of theNoah Group, and have you been genetically manipulated by themagainst your will?”
“Yes, and yes.”
“Truth. Were you dumped inan orphanage when you were six?”
“Yes.”
“Truth. Were you adopted byJoan and Randal Owens when you were eight years old?”
“Yes.”
“Truth. Why do you want tocome back here to Marshall?”
“To help find your friendGhost.”
“That’s not the entiretruth,” Conor murmured.
“Okay, I want to help findGhost and meet people like me. I’ve never had the opportunity tomeet anyone like me before.”
“Truth.”
