We All Fall Down (Vintage Crime/Black Lizard)
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A light bulb falls in a subway tunnel, releasing a deadly pathogen.
Within hours, a homeless man, a cop, and then dozens more start to die.
Hospitals become morgues. El trains become rolling hearses.
Chicago is on the verge of chaos before the mayor finally acts, quarantining entire sections of the city. Meanwhile, private investigator and former cop Michael Kelly hunts for the people responsible. The search takes him into the tangled underworld of Chicago’s West Side gangs and cops on the take, and the terrifying world of black biology—an elite field operating covertly at the nation’s top labs, where scientists play God and will do anything necessary to keep their secrets safe.
the dry heat typically kept in an attic. Molly punched some numbers into a keypad and opened up a couple of heavy-looking doors. A blast of cold air hit us. The hallway, walls, and ceiling were gray. The carpet, black. We walked to the end, took a left, and walked down an identical hallway. Then a third. We didn’t see another soul the entire time—unless you counted the cameras. “This way.” Brazile used a card to swipe her way through a final door and into a large lab. In the center of the room
the gun to my temple. I could feel the other behind me and knew this might be the killing moment. Then Ray Ray motioned to the open door. “Let’s go downstairs.” CHAPTER 17 They sat me in a chair in the middle of the room. Ray Ray sat across from me. Three more had joined us. All kids. The first was heavy lidded, with a long mane of dreadlocks held together by a green rubber band and decorated with white beads. Another was tall, thin, and tentative. The third was the youngest. He was
the question fall away. “This is not where we want to be,” Stoddard finally said. “I told you in all of our mock-ups. Once there’s a release, the best we can hope for is to minimize casualties and hope we get lucky.” “A vaccine?” “If we have something close in our library, maybe. But it’s going to take a while.” “So there are going to be more bodies?” “Yes, Jon, there are going to be bodies. In Chicago, probably lots of them. Has Homeland talked about a quarantine?” “They’re full of plans.
assistants, suited up in case Molly’s theory proved to be awry and the dead turned out to be contagious. I snapped a couple of photos with my cell. Then I went back and sat down. “Where do they take them?” I said. “Cremation. If we bury them, we risk contaminating the soil with disease.” “So you burn them?” “A controlled burn, yes. The smoke is scrubbed before being released into the environment.” I twitched my fingers and picked up her iPad. “This thing get the Internet?” “We have a
ties to the government. But we don’t work for them. As such, we’re not subject to a lot of the regulations and restrictions placed on their agencies.” “And that allows you to do what?” “That allows us to kick some ass.” That was our driver, flashing hard eyes in the mirror and shaking out a shock of red curl. “We spend a lot of money and take a lot of chances that taxpayers might not like. But we do it because we have to, and we get results.” Brazile snapped open a case she had by her feet and