CHAPTER 35
“The b****y Judas!” Angus McKay exclaimed when Forbes finished his report on his meeting with Ryan.
“He expected us all to die, didn’t he?” said Trent with anger in his voice.
“How could he?” asked Hilary Newton, incredulously.
“Because the man works according to a set of rules and adheres to orders received on the subject over ten years ago, from someone who we haven’t yet identified.” Forbes replied.
He’d asked that the others refrain from informing him of their news, as anxious as he could see they were, until he’d passed on his own version of events in London. Now, the small office section of the hospital marquee reverberated to the sounds of angry words as everyone present vented their feelings regarding Douglas Ryan. Perhaps the most vehement critic of the virologist
