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But as Chris begins tampering with the ultimate secret of nature, he unleashes forces that not only threaten his own family, but expose the world to unimaginably horrific consequences.
constant rhythm, the fishy brine. Since the news of Glover had broken, Antoine had played the videotape of the elderly Jamaicans rejuvenating. He almost wished he hadn’t because it heightened his urgency to find the compound. And toward that end he had summoned every resource at his command including technicians who could worm their way into banks and corporate databases. But the wife’s sister Jennifer had eluded them. He looked out across the shimmering blue, thinking how he possessed more
yet, have you?” “No, but I will. So you better be here tomorrow with it. I’m not fooling.” “Please wait a moment, and don’t hang up.” Laura put her hand on the mouthpiece and glared at Roger. “We’ll have to bring her some. She means it.” Roger nodded and threw his hands in the air to say “promise her anything.” “Okay, we’ll be there,” Laura said. “But, Jennifer, don’t you dare call anybody, or we’ll be arrested and you’ll never get it. Do you understand?” “Yes, but you better be here, or
records. But the big clue was that you put your cave in Black Eagle Lake, Ohio. That confused us at first because there is no Black Eagle Lake, Ohio. Nor did it make sense to have a summer home in Ohio while living in Albany. Then we discovered a Black Eagle Lake, New York, and an Andrea’s Cave. And voila! The two lines cross—and here you are. “A good thing the police aren’t better readers.” Neither his cultured manner nor accent diminished the primitive menace of the man. As he spoke, he kept
hadn’t happened on the bridge, would he have gone on forever? Why didn’t he make a run for it? He could have made it. The cameras had caught the whole thing. He seemed to have just waited for the end, as if he knew. Did his dad ever tell him the formula? And was it true that all you needed to make the stuff was a couple drops? And, of course: Did he have a supply buried someplace? What Brett could answer he did so vaguely. After seven years, the spell had broken—as in fairy tales. Eventually
ahead of family—especially when that company was out to destroy them. All her life Wendy had tried to protect Jenny from pain because of her medical condition and her fragile state of mind, and because she was a bird with a broken wing who could not handle crises but whose life was a concatenation of crises—from a troubled childhood, to jilting lovers, to the death of her first husband, to her daughter Kelly’s mental problems, to a second marriage to a man who verbally abused her. Not to confide