Chapters (54)
- Cover
- Title
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Incident One
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Incident Two
- Chapter Nine
- Incident Three
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Incident Four
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Incident Five
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-one
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Acknowledgments
- Special Thanks
- About the Author
The nurses came in silently to take Sally. He left before he could see it happen, walking too fast for Carling’s slow rehabilitating steps to match.
She caught up with him at the elevator.
“I suppose you got the formula,” he said to her, as if nothing had happened. Oh, my baby girl. She shrugged. “It’s what you were sent to do, wasn’t it? Get the formula?”
“Among other things.”
“What do you think they’ll do with it?”
“Not my mission, Marty. I’m in acquisitions, not applications.” The tone was just right, casual and careless, but there was a subtle tension around her mouth. Ah, Adrian, not so tough as you think you are.
“You might think about stopping them,” he said. “I’m thinking about it. Hypothetically speaking.”
She gave him a long serious look. The elevator arrived and a doctor got out, two nurses pushed in. She entered last, turned, held the doors open.
“Coming?”
He shook his head. She reached out and put a hand on his arm.
“Stay cool, Marty,” she said. Her fingers squeezed. “Stay out of it. Hypothetically speaking.”
He knew, as the elevator doors shut between them, that she knew him better than that.
Acknowledgments
To the good folks who almost literally pulled this book out of me—the Wednesday Weirdos.
Also, to Don Maass—as always, thanks.
Special Thanks
There is nothing more fortunate in life than to have a good spouse. A spouse who knows that when you’re staring out the window with your headpones on, you’re working. A spouse who has the patience and love to sit patiently through readings of stories he’s already heard four or five times.
A spouse who will even talk about spontaneous human combustion over breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Cat, you’re the best. Love you.
About the Author
Rachel Caine (1962–2020) was the New York Times–, USA Today–, and #1 Wall Street Journal–bestselling author of more than fifty books across multiple genres, from adult thriller to urban fantasy/science fiction, as well as works for young adults. With millions of copies sold, she was a frequent guest at conventions in the United States and around the world. Her popular book series include the Morganville Vampires novels, the Great Library series, and the #1-bestselling Stillhouse Lake books. Caine lost her fight with a rare and aggressive cancer, soft tissue sarcoma, in November of 2020.
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