Franco stared intently at the vial. "What's this?"
"That's what we were hoping you'd tell us," Thalia said flatly.
"I'm confused here, Tali. I thought you weren't coming here for another six months. Why aren't you at the clinic?"
"First, I need to know, has anyone come around asking about me?" she asked, shooting him a grave look. "Like cops, military, government officials?"
"What? No." Amazement trickled from his voice. "Should I be expecting someone?"
"Maybe," she admitted. "People might be looking for me, sir Franco. And if anyone comes by, you can't tell them I was here."
"All right. Now I'm worried. What's going on, Tali?"
With a heavy breath, she gave him the short version of the story. He interrupted more than once, and several times his eyes widened or his mouth fell open.
