About an hour later, Dr. Ash came in to check on Ron.

“Ash, where am I?” Ron said.

Ash put her hand on Ron’s shoulder.

“Edinburgh. You are a guest of Jeremiah Mason, and we need your help,” Ash said.

Ron looked confused. “Wait—Jeremiah Mason, the billionaire philanthropist? What does he want with me?”

“We need you to help a little girl.”

“Does this have anything to do with the raid on my laboratory? Those men . . . killed my staff. We lost some good people. They were only there as a personal favor to me. We had a breakthrough, and it got them killed.”

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“Is that a yes?” Ash said.

Ron gave Ash a stone-faced look. “Did you have anything to do with the raid on my lab?”

“No, you have Jeremiah Mason to thank for that. It sickens me that anyone lost their life,” Ash said.

Ron fell silent. He rubbed his eyes and wept.

“I know you’re hurting, Ron, but I need your help with April. Jeremiah is bringing her online, no matter the cost—human or monetary. It doesn’t matter to him.”

Ron looked defeated. “Fill me in on the details,” he said.

Ash smiled. “Thanks for reconsidering.”

“I’m not doing this for you, and I’m sure as hell not doing it for that narcissistic billionaire. Let me help the little girl.”

Ron looked at his restraints and tugged. Ash removed them then Ron got up and followed her to Delta’s chamber.