“You recognize the location?”
“Not the location.”
His jaw tightened.
“The patches.”
Everybody looked again.
Tiny black insignias barely visible on the shoulders of the men behind Shepherd.
No names.
No flags.
Just a symbol.
A hollow circle with a slash through the center.
The Hollow Men.
Jesus Christ.
Wolf leaned back slowly.
“So he also knew about the Hollow Men.”
“Yes,” I muttered.
Flick looked sick now.
“You think my father worked with them?”
“No,” I answered instantly.
Too fast.
Too certain.
Because I knew men like Felicity’s dad.
Broken men.
Men trying to fix terrible mistakes. He wasn’t one of them.
“He found out what they really were,” I said quietly. “And tried to stop it.”
Trigger nodded.
“That’s my guess too.”
Flick stared at the photograph again.
Tears filled hereyes slowly.
“All this time…” she whispered. “He was trying to protect me from something that started years ago.”
Silence settled heavily across the kitchen.
