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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
And Evelyn Hayes, and her dangerous little cure,
would be nothing more than a footnote in a forgotten
history. Just like Dr. Finch.
The Street
Liam finally spotted a taxi, its yellow light a
beacon in the darkness. He waved frantically, his arm
aching. The taxi pulled over.
He limped into the back seat, collapsing onto the
worn upholstery. "Silas Thorne's bookstore," he
gasped, giving the address.
The driver, a burly man with a thick beard,
grunted and pulled away from the curb.
Liam leaned back, closing his eyes, trying to calm
his racing heart. He had to think. He had to be smart.
He had the information. Helix Pharma. The
Director. The Rockies facility. Mallory's connection.
But he needed proof. Something tangible.
He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the taxi’s
rearview mirror. The driver’s eyes met his for a split
second, then quickly looked away.
Liam’s heightened senses picked up on something.
The driver’s grip on the wheel was too tight. His
knuckles, white. And the route he was taking… it
wasn't the most direct. He was making detours.
His blood ran cold.
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