Chapter 22
Purge
I'm finallyinside my father’s emails.
I scour every message and every folder. Nothing, of course.
Luckily, Thor hooked me up with software that recovers deleted messages, no matter how old they may be. I have it running, waiting for it to work.
The ping sound comes sooner than I thought it would. Excited, I lean forward, scrolling through the multitudes of messages that come up. I sift out the spam, sending it to the trash. I make my way through the rest, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.
“Holy fuck!” I yell, finding a series of messages between my father, and... Betty fucking Solomon.
My eyes glued to the screen, I start reading.
Chills break out along my arms as I piece it all together.
Betty and my father had a torrid affair. It's not uncommon for mafia heads to have sidepieces. However, she got pregnant. Neither her nor my father wanted the child. But instead of aborting, she gave birth, handing the infant to my father. Myfather put the newborn down into The fucking Morgue. That kid lived his whole life down there.
It's... 3.
Oh my God.
He's my half-brother, and his real name is Samuel Solomon.
I push backwards from the desk I'm at, stomach churning. I don’t know how to process this.
I start to tremble, a lone tear sliding down my cheek. Thor notices, coming to my side.
“You okay, man?” he asks, concern in his eyes.
“Not really. I just found out who 3 is.” I fill him in on what I just learned.
He pales, getting up to hug me tightly. “That’s a lot, man. I got you, though. I'm your friend, yeah?”
I smile softly. “You are, yes. And I appreciate it.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Bill mutters. I'm about to snark back, but he surprises me by getting up and coming over. He hugs me, too. “I’m your friend too, okay?”
Both mine and Thor's mouths drop open. I just nod, as does Thor.
I take several deep breaths. God, I hated my father before this after all he’s done to Iskra, all those patients, and me. But now, the hate I feel is so intense, I know I have to kill him. Soon.
I stand on shaky legs. “I’m going to find 3,” I announce.
“Good luck,” Thor calls after me.
Patient 3
Purge walks up to where I’m sitting, deep in thought inside the theater—where I came to be alone with my thoughts.
“Hey, man, I found out some stuff about your identity.”
I startle, widening my eyes at him. “What?” I push out.
“It’s... a lot, man. It's best if you come and see for yourself, so I can explain,” he emphasizes.
“Okay,” I mumble, going back to the computer room with him.
