16
CAITLIN
“This is nuts,” Jack said.
“What?” I asked, distracted.
“Sadowski.” He stared at the computer’s monitor, having spent the past three days searching for a possible connection between the late scientist’s bizarre experiments and the missing children. What he'd discovered was the last thing we expected to find. “He apparently got himself into hot water and lost his tenure just before his death for claiming he could clone Jesus Christ.”
I looked up. “Whaaat?” I thought he was joking.
“Yeah. He said he if he could obtain enough DNA, from the Shroud of Turin, for example, he could clone Christ and prove, once and for all, whether or not he was really divine.”
“Might have been interesting,” I conceded.
“Yeah, in a Prozac Nation kind of way.”
“They caught two of Sadowski’s peop
