Twelve
‘Are you sure it was him?’ Miranda clenched her fists, nails pressing into her palms, the chill in her belly intensifying.
Corporal Jensen nodded. ‘He drove the car straight through the café window and took off with the girl. And she’s not a freak.’
Zarb wheeled closer. ‘Is there a chance she just hadn’t turned yet? The symptoms might not be apparent if she had only recently been infected.’
‘Based on the time the waitress said she entered the café, the symptoms would have been showing by the time we got there. I looked into her eyes and she was one hundred percent human.’
‘It doesn’t make sense.’ Zarb shook his head.
‘You’re telling me. She went with him willingly. All her talk about escaping when he was asleep was obviously bull.’
Zarb raised his eyebrows. ‘She said she esca
