"He didn't just sign it," Vance rasped, coughing up a thick glob of blood that splattered across the steel. "He suggested it. He told the Board that the only way to truly prune the garden was to remove the roots.” His eyes darkened. “He was the one who gave us the train schedule. He knew exactly which carriage your brother would be in, Zarek. He knew..., and he chose that one for the strike."Zarek’s hands, hidden in the deep pockets of his robe, curled into white-knuckled fists. The betrayal was a new kind of toxin, one that even Shaw’s engineered antibodies couldn't fight. It was a poison of the heart.Shaw looked between the broken Director and his frozen Boss.