Marcus slowly turned the third folder toward me.
The folder was stamped with a classification marking I had never seen before: TOP SECRET // SPECIAL ACCESS REQUIRED (TS/SCI) — CODICIL OMEGA.
“Diego and Paula were the domestic cut-outs, Laura,” Marcus revealed, his voice steady as iron.
“The synthetic abortifacient—Progest-X-Nine—was not purchased off a dark-web forum.”
Marcus opened the folder, revealing a certified laboratory manifest bearing the emblem of the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) and the United States Department of the Army’s Special Medical Operations Command:
“The compound was synthesized inside a classified military biological research facility at Fort Detrick, Maryland.”
Marcus leaned forward, his dark eyes locking directly into mine:
“The man who authorized the release of that compound three months ago…”
“The man who provided Arthur Vance with the offshore bank conduits in Zurich…”
“The man who currently controls eighty percent of your grandfather’s commercial maritime shipping fleet in the Port of Miami right now…”
