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CAITLIN
“Caitlin, it’s Darcy,” the caller identified himself.
“Not again—” I started.
“Hold your fire. Are you still on the Mackenzie case?” he asked.
I hesitated. “His name’s not Mackenzie,” I said finally.
“I know. He’s Dr. Andrew Stewart, genius gene manipulator and stepson of Mr. Megabucks,” he said with unmasked sarcasm. “Worked side-by-side with Dr. Frankenstein himself, I hear.”
I was surprised by how much he already knew about the case. “All right, you have my attention,” I said, perching on one corner of my desk. “What else do you know?”
“He’s a healer. There’s a woman in Scotland who claims he cured her cancer.”
“Right. Any more ridiculous claims?” I asked, my patience wearing thin.
“He had a guardian angel.”
“What?” I almost laughed.
“When he was five years old, h
