{"product_id":"penumbra-isbn-9780440246602","title":"Penumbra","description":"TWIN KILLING\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Agent Sam Ryan wants out of the Special Investigations Unit. She’s sick of the attitude from her partner, Gabriel Stern. She’s sick of the paperwork. Most of all, she’s sick of feeling lonely. But her boss isn’t about to let her go that easily. He gives Sam a choice: either stay stuck in her office or guard a clone replacement of Dan Wetherton, a government minister. Sam reluctantly chooses the latter—even though she suspects she’s being used as bait to draw out the SIU’s elusive nemesis.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Gabriel would like nothing better than to be on his own, without a partner to hold him back. Then he learns that Sam has been assigned to protect Wetherton—or whatever it is that’s replaced him. Wetherton’s clone could have come from only one place: Hopeworth, the military base that contains the secrets of Sam’s past. Determined to protect her, Gabriel is drawn into a fight against unspeakable evil. And all too soon, Sam and Gabriel discover that the connection between them is far more powerful than anyone could ever have imagined. | \u003cb\u003eKeri Arthur\u003c\/b\u003e, author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling Riley Jenson Guardian series, has written more than two dozen books. She’s received several nominations in the Best Contemporary Paranormal category of the \u003ci\u003eRomantic Times\u003c\/i\u003e Reviewers’ Choice Awards and recently won \u003ci\u003eRT\u003c\/i\u003e’s Career Achievement Award for urban fantasy. She lives with her daughter in Melbourne, Australia. | One\u003cbr\u003e Samantha Ryan placed her hands on the front of her boss’s desk and said, “I want a transfer, not more of your damn excuses.”\u003cbr\u003e She knew that speaking to Stephan in such a manner wasn’t the best idea, especially when he was the man in charge of both the Special Investigations Unit and the more secretive Federation—-a man who’d ruthlessly do whatever it took to get the answers he needed or the job done. She knew that from firsthand experience; she’d suffered through his interrogation without the medical help she’d required after she’d been shot while trying to stop the shapeshifter imitating her partner—-a man who also happened to be his brother.\u003cbr\u003e Not that she thought he intended her any sort of harm right now. He had as much interest in finding out who and what she was as she did. But he certainly could make her life hell—-though how much worse it would be than her current hell was debatable.\u003cbr\u003e She leaned across the desk and added, “Sir,” a touch sarcastically.\u003cbr\u003e Stephan Stern raised one blond eyebrow, as if mildly surprised by her outburst. An outburst he’d known was coming for months. “You know I don’t want to do that.”\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t honestly care what you want. This is about what I want.” She pushed away from the desk, unable to stand still any longer. Damn it, she’d spent more than half her life with her head in the sand, cruising through life rather than participating, and she’d had more than enough. The time had come to get greedy—-to think about her wants, her desires, for a change. And what she wanted right now was not only a more active personal life, but a working life that involved something better than a broom closet. “Transfer me back to State, let me resign or find me another partner. As I said, I don’t care. Just get me out of my current situation.”\u003cbr\u003e Her angry strides carried her the length of the beige--colored office in no time and she turned to face Stephan. His expression was as remote as ever, but she’d learned very early on that Stephan was a master at hiding his emotions—-and that his dead face was just as likely to mean fury as calm.\u003cbr\u003e “I prefer to leave you with Gabriel, as I still believe you two will make a formidable team.”\u003cbr\u003e Sam snorted softly. “That has never been an option, and I think we both realize that now.”\u003cbr\u003e It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried, for God’s sake. But her partner was still going out of his way to exclude her from everything from investigations to chitchat. Access to the SIU’s vast computer system just wasn’t worth this frustration and unhappiness.\u003cbr\u003e Especially since she was getting jack shit in the way of information about the past she couldn’t remember. Hell, her dreams were providing more information than the SIU’s system. The only trouble was, how much could she actually trust the dreams?\u003cbr\u003e And how much could she trust the man who constantly walked through them?\u003cbr\u003e She didn’t know, nor did she have anyone she could talk to about it—-and that was perhaps the most frustrating thing about this entire situation. She needed to get a life. Friends. People she could trust and talk to. Hell, even a pet would be better than going home alone to a soulless hotel room every night.\u003cbr\u003e “I prefer to give the situation more time.” Stephan crossed his arms and leaned forward. “However, I do have another option that might suit us both.”\u003cbr\u003e Sam met his gaze. His blue eyes were sharp, full \u003cbr\u003e of cunning and intelligence. Stephan was a shark by nature—-and this was the reason he, rather than his twin, Gabriel, ruled the SIU and the Federation.\u003cbr\u003e Of course, that also meant she was beating her head against a brick wall where Gabriel was concerned, because Stephan was always going to look after his twin’s interests first. Even if said twin didn’t appreciate his efforts any more than Sam did.\u003cbr\u003e She came to a stop in front of his desk and couldn’t help feeling like a fish about to be hooked. “What might that be?”\u003cbr\u003e “You remember Dan Wetherton?”\u003cbr\u003e She nodded. “Last I heard, no one was sure if the body Gabriel found was the real Wetherton or a clone.”\u003cbr\u003e “Well, as it happens, it was the original.”\u003cbr\u003e Sam snagged the nearest chair and sat down, interested despite her wariness. “Gabriel and I theorized about the possibility of whole brain transplants making clones a viable replacement option, but \u003cbr\u003e officially—-as far as I’m aware—-it’s still considered impossible to create a clone that exactly duplicates the mannerisms and thoughts of the original person. They may be genetically identical, but they are never-theless different.” She hesitated, frowning. “Besides, I read the in--house reports and tests done on the living Wetherton. He was declared human in all scientific results.”\u003cbr\u003e “And a clone isn’t?”\u003cbr\u003e She grimaced. Clones were human, no doubt about that. But whether that actually granted them humanity was a point of contention between the scientists and the theologians. “Having only met one clone, who was trying to kill me at the time, I don’t feel qualified to answer that particular question.”\u003cbr\u003e Amusement touched the corners of Stephan’s thin lips. “As it happens, the test results were altered by a party or parties unknown long before we got them.” He picked up a folder from his desk and offered it to her. “These are the originals. Have a look.”\u003cbr\u003e From past experience she knew that it was pointless to ask how he’d gotten hold of the original papers. Stephan worked on a need--to--know basis—-and generally, that meant the less everyone knew, the \u003cbr\u003e better. She doubted even Gabriel was privy to all his secrets.\u003cbr\u003e Not that Gabriel himself was particularly open. Not with her, anyway.\u003cbr\u003e She leafed through the information inside the folder. It included the genetic tests on both Wetherton and the clone, the coroner’s report and Wetherton’s medical history.\u003cbr\u003e “Wetherton had cancer,” she said, looking up. “Incurable.”\u003cbr\u003e “Which the current version no longer has.”\u003cbr\u003e She threw the folder back on the desk. “If you know he’s not the original, why not simply kill him?”\u003cbr\u003e “Because we wanted to know why he was cloned. And where.”\u003cbr\u003e “But not who had cloned him?” Did that mean they suspected the mysterious Sethanon was behind it all?\u003cbr\u003e “As I said, we don’t know the where and the why. But there is only one suspect for the who.”\u003cbr\u003e “But the military is experimenting with genetics. There’s no reason why Wetherton can’t be their boy.”\u003cbr\u003e “No, there’s not.”\u003cbr\u003e His tone seemed to dismiss her speculation, and \u003cbr\u003e yet she had a vague notion that she’d hit upon the very issue that was troubling Stephan. Only, for some weird reason, he didn’t want to acknowledge it. “And what about the replacement parts industry? Have you checked to see if they have started developing fully formed beings, or is that just too obvious?”\u003cbr\u003e His expression became briefly annoyed. “We never overlook the obvious.”\u003cbr\u003e Of course not. She smiled slightly. Irritating Stephan might be akin to prodding a lion with a very short stick, but when she got even the slightest reaction, it was oddly satisfying.\u003cbr\u003e “The black--market trade in cloned parts is booming,” she said. Of course, it was fueled mainly by humanity’s desperation to cheat death. An incredible number of people seemed willing to pay exorbitant prices to grow new body parts, so why not take it a step further, and attempt a cloning miracle? Not just a replacement heart or liver or whatever other part had failed, but a whole new body?\u003cbr\u003e But humanity was more than just a brain; it was also a heart and soul. Medical science might be able to transfer flesh and brain matter, but how could anyone transfer a soul? Even if they could pin down what a soul actually was?\u003cbr\u003e Not that rules ever stopped anyone—-especially when there was huge money to be made.\u003cbr\u003e And somewhere along the line, someone had succeeded in achieving at least part of the impossible—-fully fleshed, viable clones who looked and acted like the original. Wetherton, and her ex--partner, Jack \u003cbr\u003e Kazdan, were proof of that. Although something had gone wrong with Jack’s clone; it might have looked like him, but it had had serious problems speaking. But then, it had been given a shitload of growth accelerant, so it wasn’t truly a surprise that it couldn’t speak well. It had never really had the time to learn.\u003cbr\u003e “His source is not black market. We’re sure of that.”\u003cbr\u003e She studied him for a moment, then changed tactics. “Wetherton’s just been made Minister for Science and Technology, hasn’t he?”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan nodded. “Two years ago he was trying to shut down many of the science programs, stating that the money could be better spent on the health care system. Now he’s in charge of the lot.”\u003cbr\u003e “Why hasn’t anyone questioned this sudden change of heart? Surely the press has noted it?”\u003cbr\u003e “Noted a political backflip?” Amusement touched his lips again. “You’re kidding, right?”\u003cbr\u003e Point made. Flip--flopping politicians were such a fact of life that even the press had gotten tired of them. And the public at large simply ignored them, except when the flops directly affected their bottom line.\u003cbr\u003e “What advantage would having a clone in such a position be for someone like Sethanon?”\u003cbr\u003e “Sadly, we don’t know the answer to that one yet.”\u003cbr\u003e Not until they caught Sethanon, anyway. And he had proven as elusive as a ghost.\u003cbr\u003e “So you’ve had Wetherton watched?”\u003cbr\u003e “We’ve had an agent in his office for the last two months, but she can’t get close enough. Wetherton plays his cards very close to his chest.”\u003cbr\u003e If the man was a clone, he’d have to. One mistake and the truth would be out.\u003cbr\u003e “What does all this have to do with my wanting a transfer?”\u003cbr\u003e He smiled—-all teeth and no sincerity. “The minister has recently received several death threats. He was given police protection, but the would--be killer has slipped past them on a number of occasions and left notes. The minister has now requested the SIU’s help.”\u003cbr\u003e She regarded him steadily. “So who did you use to drop the notes? A vampire or a shapeshifter?”\u003cbr\u003e Amusement flickered briefly through his eyes. “The original threats were real enough.”\u003cbr\u003e Yeah, right. There was just a little too much sincerity in his voice for her to believe that. “Am I the only agent being sent in?”\u003cbr\u003e “No. You’ll handle the night shift—-it suits your growing abilities better. Jenna Morwood will do the days.”\u003cbr\u003e Morwood wasn’t someone she’d met. “What’s her specialty?”\u003cbr\u003e “Morwood’s an empath and telekinetic.”\u003cbr\u003e So she’d be able to see an attack coming by simply reading the emotions swirling around her—-a good choice for this sort of work. “Are we the only two going in?”\u003cbr\u003e “Yes.” He hesitated. “Wetherton has requested that the night watch stay at his apartment when he’s there at night. Since the first two threats were hand--delivered, I’ve agreed to his request. I want you to observe everyone he meets. Become his shadow and learn his secrets.”\u003cbr\u003e A huge task. “And the reason you’re sending two female agents?”\u003cbr\u003e Once again, that insincere smile flashed. “Wetherton appears less guarded around females.”\u003cbr\u003e “Meaning what? That he’s likely to hit on us?”\u003cbr\u003e “It’s a distinct possibility. And before it’s mentioned, no, I do not expect or want you to sleep with the man.”\u003cbr\u003e “Good, because I wouldn’t.” She hesitated, frowning. “Wetherton’s made much of his caring, family--man image over the last few years. That doesn’t quite jell with him hitting on anything with breasts.”\u003cbr\u003e “He and his wife separated not long after the original’s death. Since then, he’s bought a nice apartment on Collins Street and now spends most of his nights there. He’s also been seen with an endless stream of beauties on his arms.”\u003cbr\u003e She frowned. Wetherton wasn’t exactly a looker—-though that in itself didn’t mean anything. Some of the ugliest spuds in the world had immense success with the ladies simply because of the wealth they controlled, or their sheer magnetic power. But from what she remembered of Wetherton, neither of these was a factor.\u003cbr\u003e “I’m surprised the press haven’t had more of a field day.”\u003cbr\u003e “They did initially, but a politician behaving badly isn’t exactly news these days.”\u003cbr\u003e That was certainly true. “I doubt whether I’ll learn all that much doing night shift. Surely most of his business will be conducted during the day, no?”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan smiled grimly. “Wetherton has a surprising number of business meetings at night—-and usually at nightclubs, where it’s harder to get a bug in.”\u003cbr\u003e “He’ll be suspicious of me. He’s not likely to trust me with anything vital.”\u003cbr\u003e “Not for a while. It may take months.”\u003cbr\u003e Months out of her life and her need to find her past. But also months away from Gabriel. Would absence make his heart grow fonder? A smile touched her lips. Unlikely. “What about time off? You can’t expect either of us to work seven days a week.”\u003cbr\u003e He nodded. “You’ll each get two days—-though which two will depend on Wetherton’s schedule. Generally, it will be the days he spends at home with his children. We have other arrangements in place there.”\u003cbr\u003e “Will the press buy our sudden appearance in his life? This sort of protection is usually handled by the feds, not the SIU.”\u003cbr\u003e “They won’t question our appearance after tonight, believe me.”\u003cbr\u003e The dry coldness in his voice sent chills down her spine. “Why? What are you planning for tonight?”\u003cbr\u003e “A spectacular but ineffectual murder attempt. Wetherton may be injured, and will, of course, demand our help.”\u003cbr\u003e “So who’s the patsy?”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan shrugged. “A young vampire we captured several weeks ago. He’d been something of a political dissident in life, and his afterlife has only sharpened his beliefs.”\u003cbr\u003e And Stephan had no doubt been feeding his madness, aiming it toward Wetherton. Meaning this plan had been in motion for some time, and that this assignment was part of a bigger picture than he was currently admitting to.\u003cbr\u003e Goose bumps ran up Sam’s arms and she rubbed them lightly. Perhaps the vampire wasn’t the only patsy in this situation.\u003cbr\u003e “I gather the vamp will die?”\u003cbr\u003e “He murdered seven people before we captured him. His death is merely a delayed sentence.”\u003cbr\u003e “What if he escapes?”\u003cbr\u003e “He won’t.”\u003cbr\u003e Sam shifted in her chair. “If Wetherton is up to anything nefarious, it’s doubtful I’ll be privy to it.”\u003cbr\u003e “No. There will be certain times you’ll be sent from the room; this is unavoidable. To counter it, you’ll bug the room.”\u003cbr\u003e “Most federal buildings have monitors. The minute a bug is activated, an alarm will sound.”\u003cbr\u003e “They won’t detect the ones we’ll give you. Our labs have specifically developed bugs that will function in just this sort of situation.”\u003cbr\u003e And no doubt developed a means of detecting them, too. “How long do you think I’ll be guarding Wetherton?”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan shrugged. “I can’t honestly say. It could be a month; it could be a year. Parliament doesn’t convene again until the middle of next month. By then, you will be such a fixture in his life that no one will comment.”\u003cbr\u003e By then, she hoped Wetherton would have revealed all his secrets and she could get on with her life. Spending months in Canberra, yawning her way through endless cabinet sessions, was not something to look forward to.\u003cbr\u003e She crossed her arms and stared at Stephan. He returned her gaze calmly. The uneasy feeling that he wasn’t telling her everything grew.\u003cbr\u003e “You’re doing this to get back at Gabriel, aren’t you? You want him to care.”\u003cbr\u003e “I’m doing this because no other agents have your particular range of talents. Your ability to detect evil could be vital in this case.”\u003cbr\u003e No lies, but not the exact truth, either. She sat back, feeling more frustrated than when she’d first entered Stephan’s office. Guarding Wetherton was not the \u003cbr\u003e job she really wanted, but what other choice did she have? It was either this or put up with endless hours of mind--numbing paperwork in her shoe--box office in the Vault.\u003cbr\u003e “How do I keep in contact?”\u003cbr\u003e “You’ll be wearing a transmitter that will be monitored twenty--four hours a day.” Stephan reached into his desk and pulled out what looked like a gold ear stud. “This is the current model. It records sound and pictures. You turn it on and off by simply touching the surface.”\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t have to get my ears pierced, do I?” She’d rather face a dozen vampires than one doctor armed with a body--piercing implement.\u003cbr\u003e Stephan’s smile held the first real hint of warmth she’d seen since she walked into his office. “No. The studs are designed to cling to human flesh. You actually won’t be able to get them off without the help of the labs.”\u003cbr\u003e Just as well she could turn them off, then. She needed some privacy in her life, even if it was only to go to the bathroom. “When do I start?”\u003cbr\u003e “Tomorrow night.” Stephan picked up another folder and passed it across the desk. “In here you’ll find detailed backgrounds on Wetherton’s friends, family and business acquaintances.”\u003cbr\u003e She dropped the folder onto her lap. There was plenty of time to look at it later. “You were pretty certain I’d take this job, weren’t you?”\u003cbr\u003e “Yes. What other choice have you actually got?”\u003cbr\u003e Indeed. “And Gabriel?”\u003cbr\u003e “Will be told you’ve been reassigned.”\u003cbr\u003e Which would no doubt please him. He’d finally gotten what he wanted—-her out of his life. “And will I be? After this assignment is over, that is?”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan considered her for several seconds. “That depends.”\u003cbr\u003e “On what?”\u003cbr\u003e “On whether or not he has come to his senses by then.”\u003cbr\u003e A statement she didn’t like one little bit. “You owe me, Stephan,” she said softly. For ordering his agents to shoot when she’d been trying to stop the shifter who’d taken Gabriel’s form. For the hour of questioning she’d faced afterward when she should have been in the med center. For saving his twin’s life. “All I want is permanent reassignment.”\u003cbr\u003e His gaze met hers, assessing, calculating. “All right,” he said slowly. “As I said, this assignment could take more than a year to complete. If you still wish a new partner at the end, I will comply.”\u003cbr\u003e She stared at him. He had agreed to her demands far too easily. She didn’t trust him—-and didn’t trust that he meant what he said. But for the moment, there was little she could do about it.\u003cbr\u003e “What happens if I need access to files or information?”\u003cbr\u003e “You’ll have a portable com--unit with you, coded to respond only to your voice and retinal scan. You’ll also have priority access to all files, though a copy of all requests and search results will be sent to me.”\u003cbr\u003e She raised an eyebrow. Priority access? Whatever it was Stephan thought Wetherton was involved in had to be huge.\u003cbr\u003e The intercom buzzed into the silence and Stephan leaned across and pressed the button. “Yes?”\u003cbr\u003e “Assistant Director Stern to see you, as requested, sir.”\u003cbr\u003e “Send him in.” He gave her a toothy smile that held absolutely no sincerity. “I thought you might like to say goodbye.”\u003cbr\u003e Gabriel was the last person she wanted to see. She could barely control her temper around him these days, and hitting a superior officer would only get her into more trouble than Gabriel was worth. And Stephan damn well knew it. She thrust upright. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”\u003cbr\u003e “No, I’m a man faced with two people who won’t acknowledge that they are meant to be partners.”\u003cbr\u003e The door opened, giving her no time to reply. She clenched the folder tightly but found her gaze drawn to the tall man entering the room. His hazel eyes narrowed when he saw her.\u003cbr\u003e But just for an instant, something passed between them—-an emotion she couldn’t define and he would never verbally acknowledge. And that made her even angrier.\u003cbr\u003e “Sam,” Gabriel said, his voice as polite as the nod he gave her.\u003cbr\u003e “Gabriel,” she bit back, and glanced at Stephan. “Will that be all, sir?”\u003cbr\u003e A smile quirked the corner of Stephan’s mouth. He hadn’t missed her reaction. “Yes. For now.”\u003cbr\u003e Gabriel stepped to one side as she approached. It was probably meant to be nothing more than a polite gesture—-he was simply making way for her to get past—-but it fanned the fires of her fury even higher. One way or another, this man was always avoiding her.\u003cbr\u003e She met his gaze and saw only wariness in the green--flecked hazel depths of his eyes. Ever since the factory shootout with Rose and Orrin nearly two weeks ago, he’d treated her this way. She wasn’t entirely sure why. And in all honesty, it was time she stopped worrying about it. She had more important concerns these days.\u003cbr\u003e Like finding out who she really was. What she really was. Like getting a life beyond the force.\u003cbr\u003e She stopped in front of him and his scent stirred around her, spicy and masculine, making her want things she could never have. Not with this man.\u003cbr\u003e “You win, Gabriel. You have your wish. I’m out of your life.” She held out her hand. “I wish I could say it’s been pleasant, but you sure as hell made certain it wasn’t.”\u003cbr\u003e His fingers closed round hers, his touch sending warmth through her soul. A promise that could never be.\u003cbr\u003e “You’ve been reassigned, then?” Relief edged his deep voice.\u003cbr\u003e “Yeah.”\u003cbr\u003e He released her hand and her fingers tingled with the memory of his touch. Part of her was tempted to clench her hand in an effort to retain that warmth just a bit longer. But what was the point of holding on to something that was little more than an illusion? A desire that probably came from loneliness more than any real connection?\u003cbr\u003e “Who’s the new partner?”\u003cbr\u003e There was something a little more than polite interest in the question. Were he anyone else, she might have thought he cared. With Gabriel, who knew?\u003cbr\u003e Sam shrugged. “It’s really none of your business now, is it?” She glanced back at Stephan. “I’ll talk to you later.”\u003cbr\u003e He nodded and she met Gabriel’s eyes one final time, her gaze searching his—-though what she was looking for, she couldn’t honestly say. After a few seconds, she turned and walked out, her fury a clenched knot inside her chest.\u003cbr\u003e Gabriel watched her go and the anger so visible in every step seared his mind, reaching into places he’d thought well shielded and far out of reach. Whatever this connection was between them, it was breaking down barriers not even his twin had been able \u003cbr\u003e to traverse, and raising emotions he’d long thought dead.\u003cbr\u003e Which was just another reason to get her out of his working life. Whether or not she should then appear in his social life was a point of contention between the two parts of his soul. The hawk half—-the half that had already lost its soul mate—-wanted no strings, no ties, nothing beyond those that already existed, but the human half wanted to pursue what might lie between them. Wanted to discover if, given the chance, it could develop into something more than friendship.\u003cbr\u003e Not that there ever would be a chance, if her anger was anything to go by. Which was precisely what he’d wanted, what he’d been aiming for over the nine months they’d been partners. So why did his victory feel so hollow?\u003cbr\u003e He shut the door and walked across the room to the chair. “So,” he said as he sat down. “Where has she been reassigned?”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes assessing. “She’s right. It really is none of your business now.”\u003cbr\u003e “Don’t give me that crap. Just tell me.”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan smiled, though no warmth touched his expression. It was that, more than anything, which raised Gabriel’s hackles. Stephan was up to something, something he wouldn’t like.\u003cbr\u003e “She’s on special assignment as of tomorrow.”\u003cbr\u003e Gabriel regarded him steadily. His brother was \u003cbr\u003e enjoying this. He could almost feel his twin’s satisfaction. “Give, brother. What the hell have you done?”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan steepled his fingers and studied them with sudden interest. “I’ve assigned her to the Wetherton case.”\u003cbr\u003e The Wetherton case? The one case she should have been kept well away from, if only because of its possible links to both Sethanon and Hopeworth? “Get her off it, Stephan. Get her off it now.”\u003cbr\u003e His twin’s gaze finally met his, filled with nothing more than a steely determination. “She is the best person for the job, whatever the risks.”\u003cbr\u003e “You haven’t even warned her, have you?” Gabriel scrubbed a hand across his jaw. Christ, she could be walking straight into a goddamn trap, and there was nothing he could do to save her.\u003cbr\u003e “She knows we believe Sethanon is involved,” Stephan commented.\u003cbr\u003e “Which is the least of our worries. Wetherton’s and Kazdan’s clones can have only one source, and we both know it. Neither the government labs nor the black marketeers have succeeded with personality and memory transfers. Hopeworth has.”\u003cbr\u003e “Or so our spy tells us. It’s not something we’ve been able to confirm.”\u003cbr\u003e The Federation had attempted to place spies in Hopeworth on several occasions, but it was only in the last few months that one of their operatives had leaked this information—-though so far it was only his word backing it up.\u003cbr\u003e “I think Hopeworth basically confirmed their involvement when they maneuvered to get Wetherton’s clone in charge of their budget.”\u003cbr\u003e “If they wanted their clone in charge of their budget, they should have got him assigned to Defense.”\u003cbr\u003e Gabriel crossed his arms. Hopeworth had fingers in both pies, and Stephan knew it. “Did you even mention Hopeworth to Sam?”\u003cbr\u003e “It was mentioned. But we don’t know for sure if Hopeworth is involved.”\u003cbr\u003e “Then did you at least tell her Sethanon is more than likely involved with Hopeworth?”\u003cbr\u003e “No, because we have nothing more than a suspicion to back this up. We have no photographs of him. We don’t even know if he truly exists. He is currently nothing more than a name.”\u003cbr\u003e “A name that has over thirty SIU and Federation deaths attributed to it. And I don’t particularly want Sam’s name added to that list.” His voice was tight with the anger coursing through him. True, he’d wanted to lose her as a partner, but he certainly hadn’t wanted to throw her to the lions, and that’s basically what his brother had done. She would have been safer remaining his partner than taking this mission.\u003cbr\u003e Stephan grimaced. “Nor do I, brother. Believe me. But we need to uncover the source of these clones. We need to draw Sethanon out, and we need to uncover whether or not he is involved as deeply with Hopeworth as we suspect. And the truth is, she’s the best bait we have to achieve those aims.”\u003cbr\u003e “What about our source in Hopeworth? Has he heard any whispers about Sethanon?”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan shook his head. “It’s not a code name the military uses.”\u003cbr\u003e “Kazdan knew who he was, so others must. It’s just a matter of uncovering the various layers of his organization.”\u003cbr\u003e “Which is why Samantha has been assigned to Wetherton. We know he’s a clone. We know his name was on that list she got from Kazdan. We need to know what that list was, and what Wetherton had promised to do in return for life eternal. And why the original was deemed expendable enough to kill and clone and not directly exploit.”\u003cbr\u003e “But that still puts her too close to Hopeworth. That could be extremely dangerous.”\u003cbr\u003e Stephan leaned back in his chair and regarded his brother steadily. “Only if, as you presume, she is a product of Hopeworth itself.”\u003cbr\u003e “You’ve seen the initial reports from O’Hearn. You’ve seen the coding. Whatever Sam is, she’s definitely not a product of natural selection.”\u003cbr\u003e “Yet it was Sethanon who assigned Kazdan to monitor her every move. Sethanon who appears to know just who and what Samantha is. You noted that yourself. Couldn’t that mean he’s responsible for her creation?”\u003cbr\u003e Possible, but not likely. Gabriel didn’t doubt that Sethanon wanted to use her, but if the man had been responsible for her creation, why would he take the risk of releasing her?\u003cbr\u003e “Sam had a military microchip in her side,” Gabriel pointed out. “The same sort of chip that we found in both the Generation 18 rejects and in Allars.” She was also afraid of Hopeworth. 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