The cabin in the Catskill Mountains sat isolated on ten acres of forest, accessible only by a single dirt road that wound through dense trees. Adrian parked the rental car two miles away and approached on foot, the antidote case secure against his chest, every breath feeling like it might be his last.
The cabin was lit from within, and as Adrian approached, he could see figures moving in the windows. He recognized Thomas. Elena would be there. And presumably Victoria, restrained somewhere in the structure.
Adrian knocked on the door.
Thomas opened it immediately, as if he'd been waiting. He was armed, Adrian noticed. Casually holding a 9mm handgun at his side.
"Adrian," Thomas said with genuine warmth. "Welcome. Elena is ready for you."
The interior of the cabin was surprisingly luxur
