What he saw made an icy wave of shock seep through him. Tomkin had removed his mask, revealing his true identity, and Gray instantly recognised him as the man standing next to his father on the photograph. The other man was middle-aged, thin and had a greying black beard that matched his wiry unkempt hair.
"He's getting too close, too close to the truth!"
"Stop panicing, just keep him here, drug him so he loses his memory and I'll sort it."
Horrified, Gray desperately tried to think straight. Scanning the room, he saw a steaming pot of soup on a stove, and on a table at the side was the photograph, torn to pieces.
He had to get out somehow... find the way out... That was probably round the bend in the corridor though, and he would have to pass by the kitchen opening. Surely he'd be seen...
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