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“He wants to control the room. Marquez isn’t going to let him.”
On the screen, she reaches the door.
Marcus turns his head toward the camera.
Directly toward us.
“Did Calle remember yet?”
My blood turns cold.
Marquez stops but doesn’t turn around.
“Remember what?” the other agent asks.
Marcus smiles again.
“The man her father met at Lands End.”
A sharp pain forms behind my eyes.
Wind.
Fog.
Dad’s hand gripping my shoulder.
A stranger standing near the railing.
He wears a dark federal jacket.
I can’t see his face.
“Calle?” Ben tightens his arm around me. “What do you remember?”
“The agent.”
“What agent?”
“The one Dad was meeting.”
On the screen, Marcus begins to laugh.
Marquez opens the door.
His laughter stops.
“Tell her she was wrong about one thing,” Marcus calls after her. “They didn’t kill Daniel Sinclair because of the film.”
Marquez turns.
“Why did they kill him?”
“Because Calle saw who took it.”
The interview-room door closes.
I stare at Marcus through the screen.
