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“Who would do this?” he asks. “I don’t know.” I nudge what remains of a chair with the toe of my shoe. “Do you think they took the cure?” His empty eyes sweep across the room again. “I can’t tell, but I wouldn’t be surprised.” “Can you salvage anything?” “No. Thank God I gave Chris a backup of all my files with some of the vials of genicote, in case something like this ever happened.” “You should warn Chris. Whoever did this might go after him next.” Adam nods, his face grim. “I’ll send him a message, but he should be safe. The only people who know about the backups are the three of us.” “Maybe, but we don’t know who you might have told in the next thirty years.” A piece of the drywall crashes to the ground, making us both jump. “We should get out of here.” Adam’s mouth is set in a
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