CHAPTER 29
I’D ONLY BEEN in the lab for a couple of hours when Jed radioed through. A couple of hours where my legs would barely hold me up, and I had to delegate all the dangerous work to Clint because my hands kept shaking. Jed was a bad, bad man, but in the best way.
“We’ve got a new plan,” he said. Even the sound of his voice did funny things to my stomach.
“We’re only halfway through testing this morning’s samples.”
“How long will they take?”
“Another forty-five minutes. Maybe an hour.”
“When you’re done, meet me back at the boarding house.”
There was no sense in trying to hurry—that would only lead to a mistake, and in BSL-4, that was the one thing we couldn’t afford. By the time I escaped and went through decontamination, an hour and a half had passed, and Jed was pacing in t
