Chapter 192: The Sealed Truth and the Ace's Brand

The air in the Zimmerman family's deepest safe room was cold and sterile. It was a place built for survival, sealed from the world by a foot of reinforced concrete and layers of signal-jamming technology. It was a tomb for secrets, which made it the perfect place for a resurrection. Oswald Yale sat in a minimalist steel chair, a glass of amber whiskey untouched on the table beside him. The harsh, recessed lighting carved sharp shadows on his face, making him look more like the ghost he was about...