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They kill without conscience or remorse. They are the most ruthless enemy we have ever faced. And they are one millionth our size...Prepare to be shocked-and mesmerized-by the latest novel of thrilling medical suspense from New York Times bestselling author Michael Palmer.
Dr. Lou Welcome never could have imagined what a sports injury would mean for his best friend, Cap Duncan. Surgeons manage to save Cap's shattered leg, but the open wound is the perfect breeding ground for a deadly microbial invader committed to eating Cap alive from the inside out. Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, a teenaged girl is fighting for her life against the same microbe. The germ is resistant to any known antibiotic-and the government scientist tasked with finding a cure has been kidnapped. And time has already run out...
"Of all [Palmer's] novels, this one has the most ambitious plot...and one of the best action scenes to ever appear in a medical thriller."-Associated Press
Turning to the Centers for Disease Control for help, Lou uncovers a link to the Society of One Hundred Neighbors, a terrorist organization whose members are holding our own health institutions hostage. Like the microbe itself, One Hundred Neighbors will stop at nothing to further its agenda. Now, from the hospital corridors where anything you touch can mean your end to the top corridors of domestic power in this war against humanity, Lou must put an end to a terrifying epidemic-if it doesn't kill him first.
"When it comes to inventive plots for medical thrillers, nobody does it better than Michael Palmer."-Huffington Post
long as they could. It sounds like it was either his leg or his life. It’s my fault. I let him down, Chuck. I let my closest friend down.” “Don’t do that to yourself,” McCall said. “You did everything you could and then some.” “I couldn’t save Tim and I couldn’t save Cap’s leg.” “Lou…” “Oh, hell. I know what you’re trying to say. I’m just babbling. Listen, just help me get out of here, Chuck. Can you do that for me?” I need a meeting and I need to go see Cap.… McCall returned a sympathetic
Pakistani, wearing turquoise hospital scrubs beneath a long, white coat with his name stitched in blue script above the breast pocket. Beth stood beside him, her expression grave. “Agent Vaill, my name is Dr. Nayan Gunter. I’m a neurosurgeon here at Eisenhower Memorial Hospital—your neurosurgeon. You were shot while on duty. You’ve suffered a fairly significant injury to your left temporal lobe, but the bullet was easy to remove, and you seem to be recovering nicely.” The gunshot. Vaill’s
up with this theory of yours?” They could goad him all they liked, but Lou was not going to give up Humphrey’s name. “Agent Vaill, Agent McCall, if you guys know so much about me, you must also know I’m a really smart guy.” McCall lowered his shades so they rested on his nostrils. “If you’re really that smart, you’ll tell us the truth. Where’d you get your information?” “I did research.” “With what source?” Vaill asked. “The Internet, at the hospital library, my friends at Eisenhower
learn a little of what happens to people who fuck with me.” Burke set the toe of his boot across the fingers of Humphrey’s left hand, stood on it with all his weight, and held it there. “From what I’ve been told, you’re a very brilliant scientist. But you’re also very stupid. I have orders to bring you back to the lab at Red Cliff, but I wasn’t instructed to bring back all of your fingers.” He finally stepped back and crossed to the tiny kitchen, returning with a large carving knife. Careful
onto the detail that was guarding Kazimi. Until now, I thought he did it on his own—learned enough about the Neighbors and their beliefs to locate them and offer himself up or else just sell Kazimi to them. But now that the information we got from you somehow already made it back to the Neighbors, I have to believe there’s someone inside the agency who turned Burke. I just don’t know who.” Vaill appeared genuinely distraught. If this was subterfuge and gamesmanship on the part of the FBI,