Chapter 12Roch Granger leaned back in his chair in the interrogation room, a sardonic expression on his tanned face. “I knew I was pushing my luck. But the research—”
“You’re not at the university anymore,” I snapped. Placing my hands palm-down on the table, I leaned forward.
Roch’s eyes flashed. “No. But I’m continuing to experiment with the stim-caps on my own. And I’m this close to a breakthrough—”
“You’ve been using the proceeds from the robberies to fund your research?”
“Yes.”
“By using people afflicted with memory disease? How do you justify that? They could have been hurt. Caught in the cross-fire. Shot by an over-zealous store clerk.” Fiona’s expression darkened.
“I have faith that the research will lead to a cure. That we’ll be able to push back the darkness, not just for my
