“Reed hanged himself in his room.” “Oh God. Because of the dead memory?” “Let’s not make any assumptions. The brain of an addict is wired differently from ours. Who knows what he really saw when he died. Anyway, I just thought you should know. But don’t worry. I’ll get him back tomorrow.” “Get him back?” “With the chair. I’ll be honest, I’m not looking forward to dying again. As you can imagine, it’s deeply unpleasant.” “He made a choice to end his life,” Helena says, trying to keep her emotion in check. “I think we should respect that.” “Not while he’s still under my employ.”
