She looked at the leather binder under my arm, then at the open drawer where the drive had been.

“I see you found Raymond’s archive,” she said.

“He always was a sentimental fool.”

“He was a monster,” I said, my hand still resting on my weapon. “And so are you.”

Caroline sighed, a delicate, dismissive sound.

“He did what was necessary to keep you alive,” she said.

“You think Harlan Voss would have let you live if you were ordinary?”

“You were a liability the moment you were born, Natalie.”

“Raymond made you valuable.”

I stared at her, disgusted by the lack of emotion in her voice.

“He experimented on his own daughter,” I said.

“He saved your life,” she corrected me, her eyes narrowing.

“And now, you are going to save his.”

She took a step closer, stopping just outside my immediate reach.

The two men behind her shifted their weight, their boots scuffing the floor.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Voss has your father,” Caroline said.

“He found him in Maine two days ago.”

“He is holding him at the Virginia facility.”