Luke stood in front of a nice office building. He looked at his handwritten note. This was definitely the right address. At first he thought he must have taken a wrong turn or something, but no, this was definitely it. What kind of a blood bank has an uptown place like this? When he got tested two weeks ago, he had been to a clinic located on the edge of town, nothing out of the ordinary. Then he'd gotten a call asking him to come in again. Apparently, he had a rare blood type or something and they were very interested in setting up some kind of regular arrangement with him. They gave him a new address for the next appointment ... and this was it. Again, it looked more like a law firm's building than a blood bank.
He made his way inside. There was a reception, staffed by two very sharp-lo
