Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“And what about you, Sophie?” Fintan asked, the gleam in his eyes
making it clear he knew he was getting to her. “You missed my
countdown to ask a question of your own. But I know how hard this is
for you, given the things you and I have gone through together. So I’ll
give you one more chance. One question—one answer, in three . . .
two . . .”
“What was Keefe’s mom having him do in the memories she
erased?” she blurted out, hoping she was making the right decision.
She probably should’ve asked for the location of the real caches.
Actually, she probably should’ve stayed quiet.
But for some reason, when he’d started counting down, Keefe’s
devastated face had popped into her mind, from the day he’d told her
that Tiergan’s mental exercises had been a dead end. And the question
just sort of tumbled out.
Fintan’s eyebrows lifted, proof that she’d surprised him, too. But he
shook his head. “That is not a single answer. The boy did many things.
Served many purposes.”
Sophie blew out a breath. “Okay, then tell me why she sent him to
London to deliver a message to a house with a green door.”
His eyebrows shot up higher. “That memory wasn’t meant to be
recovered.”
Sophie shrugged. “Well, it was.”
One of his eyes twitched, and he picked at his nails for several long
seconds before he told her, “Truthfully? I don’t have all the details on
that. Some projects Gisela kept to herself. All I know is that she was
hoping to recruit someone and it didn’t work out.”
“A human?” Sophie pressed.