Sarah POV
Travis had called an emergency late-night meeting, so all of us except for Zane, me, Whitfield, and Wilson were on Zoom. Zane had to make the customary opening statements, even though we weren’t any sort of official group, but then he let Travis take over.
“Dr. Louis Calvert is dead,” he announced.
“A hit-and-run?” I asked, not able to help it.
“No, though I was thinking that too when I first heard. No, a transformation infarction.” Travis looked away from the camera, I guessed at a laptop because I heard him typing.
“He was in his sixties,” Rucker—no, Alicia, damn it, said. “That’s hundreds of transformations at the least, and his health was excellent.”
“Signs of poison then?” Zane asked.
“Too early to tell, but I have them testing for everything. The poor man died in ago
