Interlude Of A Broken Few Part 4

The two sat in silence for a while as Merk tried to rub some of the soreness out of her neck.

"A year ago," The leader of the Merks said eventually, "You agreed to give me a share of your earnings if I put them toward answering some of the lingering questions that we all had."

"Yes, I remember," Simon replied, leaning forward slightly in anticipation.

"Well, I'll talk to everyone else about this later, but since you're here and you're the one who has paid the most, I figured I'll share it with you first," She went on, opening a drawer and retrieving a file which she pushed across the desk to him.

He opened it.

The first page contained a word written in a curved and artistic font.

Bedlam.

Unconsciously he rubbed a thumb over the palm of his right hand. There was a tattoo there, the very same word in the very same font.

"Whoever did this to you is good at covering their tracks," Merk said, "Like, ridiculously good."

He flicked through the pages.