“What company does he work for? Is he a lab—” Daniel began.
“Fuchs-Vogler. His name is Dr. Anton Drachan. He’s quite—”
Daniel pulled out his cell and punched in a number. “Got it. Fuchs-Vogler, that big food ingredient trader. Dr. Anton Drachan, probably in the testing lab, quality assurance or—” He paused, listening to whoever was on the other end. “But they got burned for something like this with antibiotics in the honey only—” He sighed. “Yeah, let me know how it goes.” He disconnected.
“What did they do?” Mel said.
“Your Dr. Drachan tested some honey that was produced by bees exposed to some interesting genetic material. He found something in the honey that’s never been seen before. It seems to be some new kind of pathogen.”
Mel stiffened and swallowed. The sounds of the faire rec
