Page 193 of Black Reign

“What do you want?”

“Better.”

He rests his forearms on his thighs.

“ARGUS.”

I say nothing.

“Where is the architecture?”

“Never heard of it.”

His smile doesn't reach his eyes.

“Your father built pieces of it.”

Interesting.

Not worked on.

Built.

“You have the wrong Beaumont.”

“No.”

He reaches into his coat and tosses a photograph onto the floor in front of me.

Papa.

Younger.

Standing beside three men outside a Blackwell facility.

My chest constricts.

I've never seen the picture.

The man watches me.

“Where did Adrien put the second key?”

I look up.

“The what?”

Something changes in his expression.

He expected recognition.

Good.

I file that away.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Your father was careful.”