Chapter 8 - The Man in the PhotographJulian returned to Manhattan alone.
He entered the old Harrington headquarters after midnight.
The building was almost empty.
His father's portrait hung in the lobby.
A younger Julian had once stood beneath it and believed that portrait represented everything he wanted to become.
Now it looked like a warning.
He accessed the private archives.
Most files were encrypted.
But one folder was open.
PROJECT TWO SONS
Julian clicked it.
His heart pounded.
There were photographs.
Medical records.
Bank transfers.
A birth certificate.
And finally—
A photograph of a man standing beside a motorcycle.
Same dark eyes.
Same jawline.
Same small scar beneath the left eyebrow.
Julian touched the screen.
“Noah.”
A voice came from behind him.
“You finally found him.”
Julian spun around.
Charles Vane stood in the doorway.
“You.”
Charles smiled.
“You should have stayed at the beach.”
Julian stepped forward.
“Where is my brother?”
Charles didn't answer.
Instead, he said:
May you like
“You have no idea what your family is capable of.”
Then the lights went out.
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