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her that night. Which made her a total idiot.
    The real Adam was the one she watched now. Cold. Methodical. Robotic.
    And now he was her partner.
    Bella was insane for forcing the two of them together. Mira could have worked with anyone but Adam.
    Then again, Bella was known for testing her employees. Their work was high-pressure, high stakes. If Mira was going to crack by being paired up with a man she hated, then how could she ever expect to be allowed in the field?
    And she had to be allowed in the field. It was the only way to undo some of the damage her father had caused to countless innocent lives.
    If working with Adam was the only way to make that happen, then she would be the best partner the man had ever known. He’d hardly have to lift a finger. Bella could have no excuse to keep Mira behind a desk the way Adam wanted.
    As far as Mira was concerned, pissing off Adam was just icing on the cake.
    Once again she opened the file Bella had given her. The subject’s information stared up at her, black-and-white proof of her father’s evil.
    The secret files that had been recovered last year had all been decoded. There was a massive amount of data, and Mira had spent the past several weeks working to organize it into some helpful format. Test subjects were referred to by codes, and small bits of information about them were scattered through dozens of different files. She had done her best to construct a database to merge all the information together, but there were so many missing pieces. Some victims had been assigned multiple IDs for different experiments. She could spend the rest of her life trying to piece it all together and the picture would still be incomplete.
    But there were some pieces that were visible. A few names. People like Corey Lambert, whose file she held in her hands.
    His life was a wreck, thanks to Mira’s father. Police records showed he’d been jailed a handful of times, mostly for disorderly conduct and assault. He’d filed for bankruptcy a couple of years ago. He was chronically unemployed. Two marriages, two divorces—both within the last three years. No children, which was a small blessing.
    Mira still had no way of knowing if what her father or the other scientists had done could be passed on to future generations. There were mentions of genetic manipulation, but she was no doctor, and the notes she’d decrypted made little sense. From what Dr. Vaughn hadsaid, most of the notations seemed to refer to ideas rather than actual research.
    But they’d discovered only a small number of files—a tiny fraction of the whole puzzle. There was no way to know if those ideas had turned into something more as time went on.
    Movement on her monitor brought her attention back to Adam as he rose from his kitchen table. Cameras followed him to a spare bedroom filled with exercise equipment. He stripped off his T-shirt, leaving him wearing only a pair of knit running shorts.
    Lean muscles followed the contours of his body, easily covered by the suit he usually wore. The scar where he’d been shot was a faint, pinkish pucker of skin in the midst of his naturally tan complexion.
    She absently rubbed her matching scar where the bullet had gone through him into her. She hated that they had even that small connection.
    He got on a treadmill and started to run.
    Mira knew from experience that he’d be there for at least a couple of hours. She had no idea how he could sprint like that for so long, but she’d seen it often enough to know how much stamina he had.
    So far, he hadn’t found any of her surveillance devices.
    Unless he had, and this recording of a marathon running session was his way of distracting her while he slipped out to do something horrible.
    That had to be it. No real person could run like he did for hours, breathing evenly, barely sweating. It had to be a trick—a way to bypass her surveillance measures with a repetitive, monotonous activity that was easily reproduced.
    A welcome wave