As more of those false memories fell away, Harrison slowly released his grip on Gabe's wrist. Freed from that emotional control, he knew he'd have no trouble keeping the young man there. He had no more power, and Harrison had speed on his side. Sort of. At least enough to prevent someone from leaving the room.

"If you're going to implant false memories, you're going to need to be smart. I'll give you credit in that regard, but you're not smarter than me. No one is. That's the problem when you try to take on a genius." He started to move slowly around Gabe, at a leisurely pace. "You did, however, do your homework. Using the dead wife was a nice touch, and might have worked. But you made one fatal mistake. Can you guess what that was?"