BlueBird needed him.
Whoever had tried to kill him, will want to drown his company. Thing is, he wasn't even sure if the air he breathed was an enemy, because in Baltimore, the breaking news everywhere was, Marcus Thompson was dead. No one except Dr Phyl—and Lyn, knew he still lived.
For Dr Phyl, he had sworn an oath of secrecy, that he would keep his word, not to reveal Marcus' identity to anyone.
"What do l give in exchange for your oath?" Marcus' mouth had curved into a cold smile, unsure if Dr Phyl had spoken frankly.
He remembered how he assessed him through narrowed eyes. He was surprised too, he wasn't offended.
"Marcus, in the past, l would do anything to keep winning, and damn the consequences, but now, l'd choose lasting peace and genuine relationships over a fleeting career.
Marcus had seen he meant every word and was stunned by his attitude.
"What changed, Dr Phyl."
