Chapter Seventy-three
Lena sat on the floor a-midst coils of wire and smashed radio components with her back propped against the wall. Everything she had worked for was on the verge of going down the toilet for the simple reason that Needleman had gotten greedy, the fucker. Eighteen years of research, endless hours in the lab, the personal sacrifice. All of it teetered on the brink. And the money, she remembered. The project had drained her bank accounts and used up all of the generous inheritance that she received following the fire. God, she had even shaved her head for Mark– slept with him– all to further her research.
Lena balled her eyes with the palms of her hands and tried to think.
Think! Think! Think, damn it!
The door bounced back, smashing against the wall with such force th
