Instead he had thruport access, a roomy shower, a hot tub, gourmet meals, a soft bed, and magnetic games to play. He was still a prisoner. Though free to move about a space that included five comfortable rooms, all other doors were locked to him. One of the tall robotic drones remained nearby at every moment. After a few hours doing some initial research, Hunter had decided that he needed to travel to Junction in order to disprove Cole’s claims. Hunter had promised to return soon. That was three days ago. After seeing scores of photos and reading hundreds of e-mails, Cole had lost interest in scouring the Internet for more evidence that Hunter was part of his family. If the relationship was a lie, Hunter had been incredibly thorough, tampering with every e-mail address, website, and social media account that Cole could find. Every photo was either genuine or expertly doctored. Every e-mail either offered a glimpse of a lost brother, or proved how thoroughly a liar could fabricate a false reality.
