Chapter TenIt was the Rohypnol again, the date r**e bullshit that was all the rage back in the 90s, the cause of so many girls getting knocked up that President Clinton himself made it a Federal offense to slip it into chicks' drinks. The Hyatts were into crap up to their necks by now, and there was no doubt they were going to shave their heads, cut their beards and take the next train out of Dodge. Only there was the last phase of Hyatt's operation that had to be taken care of, one last thing for which the Resolver's ego demanded closure. The three of them met the Disciples back at the warehouse, and she noticed that all the cots were gone. Peter had been pouring wine for everyone as they arrived, and after Veronika and Khalid took a few sips of theirs, they were lost in outer space once
