Forty-one
Ryann stood at the back of the room, level with one of the NeoGens. She couldn’t tell who it was, but it made no sign of recognition, so she chose to believe it was not Keelin.
“Interesting,” Murdoch said, watching the screens and tapping to change the views at regular intervals. “I think this will be a good training exercise.”
Ryann hadn’t slept. She’d held her eyes closed for hours, but her mind refused to rest. And when the door unlocked she shuffled behind the NeoGen—again, she didn’t believe this to be Keelin—and entered Murdoch’s office space once more.
And she still had no idea how to get rid of him.
He’d talked exuberantly, proud of the way his ‘girls’ were eradicating these tribes, one by one. He spoke of their efficiency, of their speed and determination. But h
