15. Freak
I tear out of the car as soon as it’s stationary, though it’s obvious there’s nothing to see.
No, there has to be something, a note, a sign for a new location, anything.
I’ve gone over and around Corinthian’s half of the complex three times, searching for anything I might have missed, when Aaron asks the obvious question I’ve overlooked.
“Ronnie, can you call Corinthian labs?”
“Right away, Aaron,” she answers his voice from my pocket.
I unroll my scroll and we all watch the symbol of an ancient, wilted-barbell-shaped phone pulsing its signal outward while Corinthian’s soothing ringback music plays, occasionally interrupted by a would-be soothing recording of a woman’s voice, confirming that it is in fact Corinthian Labs that our oh so valued call will soon reach.
Finally,
