CHAPTER 8Five minutes of blowing morning rain showered Clifton Road with slick, wet leaves. Kevin Middleton stopped his car at the entrance to the CDC and handed his badge to a guard, who swiped it and waved him through. He parked outside Building G-2, which housed the Biosafety Level-4 laboratory where he did vaccine research. After punching in a PIN number and inserting his right hand into a biometric hand scanner, he entered the facility.
The men’s outer cabinet room was empty when he put his clothes, wallet, cell phone, and keys into one of the eight tall wooden lockers. He glanced in the mirror. The face staring back at him looked like a sad drunk. When his wife served him with divorce papers three months ago, he swore to himself he’d get back in shape. The mirror showed he’d broken
