CHAPTER 44
"People, which people?' Herb asked testily.
Frustrated, I said, "I don't know their names, Herb, does it matter who? If they die, it will be your fault, isn't that enough?"
"My fault?' Herb gave me a piercing look. "What's with the melodrama? So, spit it out already, Jamie Quinn."
I crossed the room and sat down at the table across from him. "We haven't known each other very long, but I can tell that you're an honorable man with a good heart. You must care about people or you wouldn't make medical devices that save lives."
Herb relaxed. "You don't really know me. I'm not as honorable as you think, but if you want to put me on a pedestal, who am I to say no?" He smiled warmly. "What do you want me to do?"
I sighed with relief. "There's a man outside who says he found a mist
