Page 167 of Black Reign

“What?”

“The intrusion touched an archived personnel compartment.”

He sends the file.

One name appears.

BEAUMONT, ADRIEN

I stare at it.

Something about the name catches.

Old.

Buried.

Not unfamiliar.

“Who is Beaumont?”

My father goes very still.

There.

That interests me more than the file.

“You don't remember?”

“Should I?”

“He worked for us.”

“When?”

“Years ago.”

“What happened?”

“Complicated.”

I dislike that word even more than possibly.

“Meaning?”

My father doesn't answer directly.

Instead:

“Get back to Monaco.”

The call ends.

I remain in the dark library staring at the name.

Adrien Beaumont.

ARGUS.