Chapter Eleven: The Traitor's ReturnFelix did not go back to his cousin's floor that night.He drove to Derek's building instead. The doorman recognized him now. The suit did the talking. The watch did the rest. The doorman nodded and Felix walked through the lobby like he owned it.Derek opened the door with a black eye and a split lip. He looked worse than he did in Victor's office. His hands were shaking. His eyes were red."You should not be here," Derek said."We need to talk."Derek stepped aside and Felix walked in. The apartment was a mess. Clothes on the floor. Empty bottles on the table. The white walls looked gray in the dim light."You look terrible," Felix said."I almost died," Derek said. "Your monster almost killed me. And you saved me. Why?"Felix sat down on the couch. The same couch where Derek had handed him a beer three days ago. It felt like three years."Because I am not a killer," Felix said. "Not yet. And because you are still useful."Derek laughed. It was a