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  1. THE HOLLOW SERIES BOOKS 1–4
  2. Contents
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Acknowledgements
  40. THE GOOD, THE BAD,
  41. AND THE UNDEAD
  42. Dedication
  43. Contents
  44. One
  45. Two
  46. Three
  47. Four
  48. Five
  49. Six
  50. Seven
  51. Eight
  52. Nine
  53. Ten
  54. Eleven
  55. Twelve
  56. Thirteen
  57. Fourteen
  58. Fifteen
  59. Sixteen
  60. Seventeen
  61. Eighteen
  62. Nineteen
  63. Twenty
  64. Twenty-One
  65. Twenty-Two
  66. Twenty-Three
  67. Twenty-Four
  68. Twenty-Five
  69. Twenty-Six
  70. Twenty-Seven
  71. Twenty-Eight
  72. Twenty-Nine
  73. Acknowledgements
  74. Dedication
  75. Contents
  76. One
  77. Two
  78. Three
  79. Four
  80. Five
  81. Six
  82. Seven
  83. Eight
  84. Nine
  85. Ten
  86. Eleven
  87. Twelve
  88. Thirteen
  89. Fourteen
  90. Fifteen
  91. Sixteen
  92. Seventeen
  93. Eighteen
  94. Nineteen
  95. Twenty
  96. Twenty-One
  97. Twenty-Two
  98. Twenty-Three
  99. Twenty-Four
  100. Twenty-Five
  101. Twenty-Six
  102. Twenty-Seven
  103. Twenty-Eight
  104. Twenty-Nine
  105. Thirty
  106. Thirty-One
  107. Thirty-Two
  108. Thirty-Three
  109. Acknowledgements
  110. A FISTFUL OF CHARMS
  111. Also by the Author
  112. About the Author
  113. Copyright
  114. About the Publisher

Nick pulled his head up from his hands. His long face was drawn and he looked pale. “Genetic engineering? Trent Kalamack has a biolab? The councilman?”

“You’re going to love this next part,” I said. “Francis is the one working the I.S. angle.”

Jenks yelped, zipping up to the ceiling and down again. “Francis? You sure you weren’t knocked on the head, Rache?”

“He works for Trent as sure as I just spent the last four days eating carrots. I saw him. You know those Brimstone takes Francis has been running? The promotion? That car?” I didn’t finish my thoughts, allowing Jenks and Ivy to figure it out.

“Son of a pup!” Jenks exclaimed. “The Brimstone runs are distractions!”

“Yup.” I cut the sandwiches in half. Pleased with myself, I put one on a plate for me and two on a plate for Nick; he was thin. “Trent keeps the I.S. and the FIB busy with Brimstone while the real moneymaker goes out on the other side of the city.”

Ivy’s motions were slow in thought as she washed her hands free of the scouring powder once more. “Francis isn’t that smart,” she said as she dried her fingers and set the dish towel aside again.

I went still. “No, he isn’t. He’s going to get himself tagged and bagged.”

Jenks landed beside me. “Denon’s gonna piss his pants when he hears this,” he said.

“Wait up.” Ivy’s attention sharpened. The ring of brown in her eyes was shrinking, but it was in excitement, not hunger. “Who’s to say Denon isn’t on Trent’s payroll, too? You’ll need proof before going to the I.S. They kill you before helping you tag him. And catching him is going to take more than us two and an afternoon of planning.”

My brow pinched in worry. “This is my only shot, Ivy,” I protested. “High risk or not.”

“Um.” Nick’s hand was shaking as he reached for a sandwich. “Why don’t you go to the FIB?”

Ivy and I turned in a poignant silence. Nick took a bite and swallowed. “The FIB would go into a Hollow slum at midnight on a tip concerning bioengineered drugs—especially if Mr. Kalamack was being implicated. If you have any proof at all, they’ll take a look.”

I turned to Ivy in disbelief. Her face looked as blank as mine felt. The FIB?

My brow smoothed and I felt a smile come over me. Nick was right. The rivalry alone between the FIB and the I.S. would be enough to get them interested. “Trent will fry, my contract will be paid off, and the I.S. will look like a fool. I like it.” I took a bite of my sandwich, wiping the mayonnaise from the corner of my mouth as I met Nick’s eyes.

“Rachel,” Ivy said warily. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

I glanced at Nick, feeling my ire rise again. What did she want now? But she had already walked out. “Excuse me,” I said, lurching to my feet and nervously tightening the tie on my robe. “The princess of paranoia wants a word with me.” Ivy looked okay. It should be alright.