CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Reid leveled his pistol as he stepped around the corner and caught sight of the two men in the alley. Neither of them, however, took any notice of him—not at first. They were seemingly Middle Eastern, wearing street clothes. The larger of the two carried a wide white cylinder, what Reid could only guess was a centrifuge. The other hefted a microscope in both hands as they carried the equipment toward a waiting van parked diagonally across the alley, effectively blocking it off to cars, and blocking them from a westerly view.
They’re emptying the basement lab. And they mentioned a body. Neither of those things boded well at all for him.
“Stop!” Reid said sharply in Arabic. The two men turned slowly, seeming to be more confused at the sudden appearance of an Arabic-spea
