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“I lost Harrison for a few hours, but I hacked into the police’s plate scanner technology, added his license plate, and a hit popped up eventually leading me to LAX.” “He went to the airport?” I ask. “He did,” she says, her voice grim. “And by the time I got there, he’d already started releasing the virus. I couldn’t stop him. Then he disappeared, maybe onto a flight somewhere. I’m not sure.” I swear my heart stops at the sound of those words. “Jesus. We’re too late.” “We weren’t prepared for this. We thought he’d hit a mall, not the airport.” Zahra sounds more shaken than I’ve ever heard her. “There’s no way to know how far it’s spread already. Hundreds of people could be infected on airplanes right now, flying across the country or to other parts of the world. And I still can’t find
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