Truth or death

Previously

…“Faked your death?” he stammered, his usual composure slipping. “Why?” “To escape,” Eleanor said simply. “To have a chance at a new beginning. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And the most necessary.” She met David’s gaze. “So, Sterling, is that ‘dangerous’ enough for you? Does it make me a target?” The disembodied voice spoke again, a subtle shift in its tone, almost imperceptible, but Eleanor caught it. “A confession. Accepted. The rules remain. This game is not about punishment, but about truth. The truth, however, can be a dangerous