Maybe it was the memories here; the good ones, the ones before everything went wrong.
He flipped through channels without thinking.
Turkish soap opera.
Click.
Cooking show.
Click.
News. CNN Türk.
He paused there.
The anchor spoke quickly, like something big was going down.
"—breaking news. A huge trafficking operation has been discovered in the U.S. Evidence is being shown around the world—"
The guy leaned in a bit, curious but not really worried.
Then the screen switched.
It showed files, papers, and pictures of crimes that went on for years.
Then a face popped up.
A guy with a golden mask.
The mask came off.
In that moment, the man on the couch went completely still.
Totally.
The remote slipped from his hand and clattered onto the coffee table.
He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe.
That face.
Michael Arthur.
Alpha Dark.
