CHAPTER TWELVE
Two mornings later, Nathan dropped Stacy off at DFW International Airport. He walked her into the terminal and hugged her goodbye.
"When she wakes up, you tell Bella that I love her, and that I will fly back out once she's home so I can help with things," Stacy told him, and Nathan nodded.
"Text me when you land, please."
"I will."
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Further south, the square-jawed man leading the investigation into the strange illnesses in Midland, Texas was on the phone with the lab supervisor.
"Seriously? Not anything?" he asked, incredulous.
"No, sir. Not a single thing. Every one of the samples your people sent to us came back clean. I believe something definitely made those people sick, but whatever it was, it didn't happen there. There must be another common exposur
