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Kate Bennet. A bright hospital pathologist with a loving husband and a solid future. Until one day her world turns dark. A strange, puzzling illness has killed two women. Now it endangers Kate's closest friend. Soon it will threaten Kate's marriage. Her sanity. Her life. Kate has uncovered a horrifying secret. Important people will stop at nothing to protect it. It is a terrifying medical discovery. And its roots lie in one of the greatest evils in the history of humankind.
many times to her over the years. Willoughby glared at her for a moment; then he laughed out loud. “You are a saucy pup, flipping my words back at me like that. Suppose you tell me what to say to the police lieutenant drinking coffee and dropping donut crumbs right now in my office, or to the gaggle of reporters in the lobby waiting for the ultimate word. Ladies and gentlemen, the ultimate word from the crack pathology department you help support with your taxes is that we are absolutely certain
you told him. Jared, I don’t want to sound corny, but that was a pretty wonderful thing you did standing up to that animal.” “For better or for worse? You sure that was it?” “Uh-huh.” “Katey, I don’t know how to tell you this, but in some perverse way getting hit the way I just did felt good.” “I don’t understand.” “Right before Finn came in I was ready to tell you that I agreed with my father in thinking everything would be simpler and look better for all of us if you would just admit to
towed while it’s stopped for a red light.” Kate’s eyes narrowed. Suddenly, Jared’s appearance in her office made sense. Win Samuels. One of the man’s countless sensors, scattered about the city and throughout the media, must have reported that his daughter-in-law was scheduled to meet the press. “Jared, did your father tell you to come here this morning to make sure I didn’t disgrace anyone at the news conference?” “We’re just trying to avoid any more of this stuff.” He held up the orange
to tell him the truth. It seemed like the best idea at the time, considering that we were assured Lindsey would live only a few years. She has Hunter’s Syndrome. You are familiar with that, yes?” Kate nodded. “Severe mental retardation and any number of other defects. Her mother, my wife, was nearly forty when she gave birth.” Kate continued staring through the glass as the gargoylelike child—no, woman, for she had to be in her thirties—lumbered aimlessly about the playroom. Reflected in the
left and into the brook. There, at least, Zimmermann’s longer legs would be no advantage, possibly even a hindrance. The frigid, ankle-high water sloshed in her running shoes and bathed her lower legs in pain. Could she outrun or at least outlast him? It was possible, but one slip, one misplaced branch, and it would be over for her. She had to get back to the road. Either back to the road or … or hide. She slowed, casting about for familiar landmarks. Somewhere nearby was a culvert, a steel