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Back The Bone Factory
Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. The Bad Man
  3. Epigraph
  4. PROLOGUEBLOOD
  5. PART ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. PART THREE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. EPILOGUE
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. High Praise for Nate Kenyon’s
  48. Other Leisure Books by Nate Kenyon:

“So this could just keep building up to higher and higher levels, like some sort of chemical landfill?”

“Something like that.” The technician pointed to the computer screen, which was filled with scientific formulas. “This is what we have so far. This is the part”—he pointed to the end of a long line of numbers—“I can’t yet figure out.”

“And you isolated it from the samples taken near the plant.”

“Mmmhmmm. So far, we haven’t found heavy concentrations in the water supply ten miles below the plant. Looks like it’s being contained to some degree, at least.”

“And the dog…”

“He got a major dose of it. Most of what we had left.”

“What exactly has it done to him?” “Fucked him royally,” Jimmy said. “He’s bleeding all over the place, inside and out, which makes some kind of sense if you think about it. A lot of Vietnam soldiers complained of nosebleeds during the spray runs over there. His brain’s higher than a kite. And if he lived long enough, he’d probably be sterile and die of cancer.”

“Jesus.”

“Even Jesus couldn’t help the poor bastard now,” Jimmy said. He had put out his hand slowly towards the dog’s head, almost comfortingly.

“Jimmy—”

The animal leapt at him, jaws open and dripping in a sudden snarl. Jimmy jerked his arm back, but only the tight line of chain around the dog’s neck kept him from losing a finger.

“See what I mean,” Jimmy said, and his voice seemed to shake a little. “He’d kill you if he could. And then he’d tear your pieces to pieces.”

Flint turned away from the spectacle, feeling the sick spot deepen and twist at his insides. There were people up there, hundreds of them, who could be eating drinking, breathing this stuff. He had to start making some calls, inform the EPA, FBI, get a containment team organized. And find out exactly what the hell was going on.

Tighten the screws.

“Quarantine every man and woman who went near that place,” he said. “Test them for anything and everything; I don’t want this to happen to them. And keep that shit bottled.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

On the morning of March 5th, Bobby Babcock received a mighty strange phone call from the doctor.