Chapter 95

"I wish I knew something," I said seriously. "Rob's a dick, always has been. He only cares about himself. He didn't even care that I was miserable at the Agency. As long as I wasn't dead he was happy."

Richard reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of me and placed it in front of me. "Some of your features are unique, Daisy. Your hair... it's rare." Richard placed another picture next to mine. "Just like hers.

"This is your wife," I said, looking at the picture of the women I had seen pictures of before. I looked between the two photos and frowned. "Why are you showing me this?"

"Daisy, you're a very bright girl. I'm surprised you haven't guessed," Richard said and slid another photo across the table. "She was 18 in this photo."

"No," I said immediately and looked at the picture of Jasper's mother with wide eyes. "That's ridiculous. God, I can't believe I was starting to think that you were the good guys! That's sick! Why would you try and convince