Chapter Thirty-Eight
Benito Montoya wore his lab coat over a white business shirt. Pinstriped lavender; clearly a special occasion. But not special enough for him to bother shaving, Sophia noticed. He looked more stressed than she felt. And she was feeling a metric ton of stress right now.
She approached the vending machine and shook his hand. When he took it away, he noticed the double-sided sticky tape stuck to the bottom of her palm. She tore it off and folded it over itself to avoid smudging.
‘Oh, right,’ she said. ‘I’ll be needing your fingerprints.’
‘Denton will be expecting you to sneak into the facility.’
‘He’ll be doing more than just expecting me,’ she said. ‘He’ll let me in, let me retrieve the Chimera vector code, then capture me. I wouldn’t expect any less. In ten minutes
