“How did he take it?”
“He asked for proof.”
“That sounds like Ghost.”
Hawk looked toward me.
“He may blame himself.”
“For Minser?”
“For all of it.”
Lucas entered the room.
I followed.
Ghost looked smaller against the white hospital bed.
Machines surrounded him.
Bandages covered his chest and neck.
His eyes opened when we approached.
He looked at Lucas first.
Then me.
“You’re alive.”
“So are you,” Lucas said.
“Apparently.”
Lucas sat beside the bed.
“We destroyed Fate.”
“Leyla told me.”
“Kane is dead.”
Ghost closed his eyes.
Relief moved across his face.
“And Minser?”
Lucas remained silent.
Ghost opened his eyes again.
“He was at the facility.”
“Yes.”
“Did he help Kane?”