Chapter 43Samir sat in the driver’s seat of his rental car and reached for another candy bar. His supply was starting to run low and he would have to restock soon. He looked out at the CDC building and saw people heading to their cars, having clocked out early. He was somewhat confident the geneticist wouldn’t be leaving early today, not with the timeline she had been given, but she had already broken one of the rules, so he needed to remain vigilant until he could get his point across. He scanned the faces of each person leaving the building as he hit “3” on his speed dial, connecting him to another member of his cell.
“Yeah?”
“How’s the kid?”
“He’s soft. Been crying for his mother most of the day. Any news on her progress?”
“She seems to be a bit hard of hearing. I think it’s time we
