Chapter 3Later in the morning and through the afternoon
Friday, October 27, 2000
Gavin sat in his car, hunched over his steering wheel, in the zoo parking lot. He was supposed to be cured: the glowing wasn’t supposed to ever come back. No, not cured, controlled. Nobody was ever to know; nobody was ever to suspect. Not with the suppression drugs and the spells. Exposure was supposed to be impossible.
But, was it two? Three? Weeks ago, that poor woman at the Winn-Dixie got caught? Gavin had been in the produce section, growling to himself at how much fresh fruit cost. Upper California and Florida weren’t that far away. Maybe some of it was coming from the Caribbean provinces. The woman had been filling a plastic bag with grapefruit when she had started glowing the same sickly grey as the
