"Marco, pick up the damn phone," Lily hissed, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
The line clicked open on the fourth ring. "Lily? It's eleven pm. This better be—"
"Shut up and listen," she interrupted, her voice shaking as she stared at the glowing document. "I just got the deep-dive on Andrew Thorne. You know how he's supposed to be this rising star in medical engineering? The guy everyone says is a genius?"
"Yeah, the lecturer. What about him?" Marco's voice was instantly alert, the sleepiness vanishing.
"He doesn't exist, Marco. Or rather, he shouldn't." Lily took a jagged breath and enlarged a scanned image on her monitor. "I'm looking at a grainy photo from a 2006 yearbook from a private academy in Switzerland. There's a boy named Andrew Thorne. Same eyes, same structure."
"Okay? So he went to school in Switzerland. Lots of rich kids do."
