Page 395 of Scars of Fate

The pilot wore blue emergency-service coveralls.

A tactical vehicle arrived behind it.

Elise climbed out.

Camille followed her.

“No,” Lucas said immediately.

Elise ignored him and crossed the pavement.

“I know that facility.”

Roth stared at her.

“How?”

“My father was one of the original investors in Arslan Biomedical.”

“Did he know what they were building?” Adam asked.

“Not at first.”

“And later?”

Elise’s face tightened.

“He tried to expose them.”

“What happened?”

“He died in a boating accident three weeks later.”

Silence followed.

Another death.

Another accident.

Another person buried beneath Project Fate.

Camille held a leather folder against her chest.

“My grandfather kept these.”

She handed the folder to Hawk.

Inside were architectural plans.

Not the public records I had found.

The real ones.

Three concrete structures appeared aboveground.

Nine levels existed beneath them.

Hawk unfolded the largest page.