Chapter 3
Arik hunched down at a desk in the private apartment block of LeBlanc Pharmaceutical headquarters. He had been here before—during the time he buddied up with Ciaran and everyone else in the LeBlanc family. His mind wandered back to the time when things fell apart—he knew Ciaran had deliberately put him in this corner to prevent him from encountering staff.
He was supposed to trace back to the time he’d met the Xiilok people and figure out how Arete had played with the multiversal frequency of his brain waves. Ciaran bet Arete hit randomly at anyone who was prone to the signals.
But what would Arete’s endgame be?
Arik wanted to pace the room but thought better of it, so he stayed focused on the task at hand. He was taking notes of all possible events and incidents around the t
