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“Where was the poison?” I ask.

“Her garden.”

“She doesn’t let anybody touch it.” Uri nods, an angry expression on his face.

“Not even me,” Linda whispers.

“Ferdinand has been taking care of it since she’s been here, and yesterday, he told me he was having the same symptoms.”

“Is Ferdinand okay?” Rague’s gruff voice has taken on an even lower register.

“Yes. Luckily, he exposed himself to the poison only for a short period. It was on the tools and even in the soil.”

“Who could have that kind of access to it? The house has the best security system: Serena,” Raph says.

“Serena, I want you to find anybody who has any connection with Meg's garden or any of her tools, plants, the soil. Check everything, the house footage going back to… When?” Rami asks Sari, with a deep frown on his face.

“Seeing the high percentage of cyanide I found in the sample, around six months.”

Silence falls in the hospital bedroom. Then a scream filled with rage and anguish rises from Linda. Michael’s sobs are silenced by Raph’s chest as we are all enraged and shocked.

“She is a forensic psychiatrist. She must have a thousand people who want to kill her,” Uri suggests.

“It has to be Phoenix. He’s the only mastermind that could pull this off! Serena is impenetrable,” Rami hisses.

“How about the guy with the white mask?” Ollie asks.

“It’s not him,” Uri states.

“He got to your house steps. Isn’t your lake house impenetrable too?” Raph insists.

“And we know he’s good at torturing. Bailey’s physical condition proved that,” I add.

“Leave it alone! It’s not him!” Uri growls.

“How do you know?” Gabe questions Uri.

“What aren’t you telling us?” Rague asks him.

“He’s eight,” Uri yells.

“Eight?” Is he…is he talking about the subject number the scientists gave them when they were imprisoned?

“There was no eight. Uri you were seven, the last one,” Gabe confirms my thought.

“There was.” He sighs.

“How do you know? Apart from me and Raph we were unaware of each other until we were found by Linda and Meg,” Michael says.

A long silence envelopes the hospital room before Uri confesses, “Eight is my twin brother.”

Bloody. Sodding. Hell.

THE END