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Max’s call had been infuriating, frightening, heart-wrenching. Brooke’s legs shook. She was badly short of sleep. She desperately needed to sit for a few minutes and think things through, but there was no time. She put her phone away and strode down the corridor.
Secretary-General Van Valkenburg was in a special suite that served as an emergency clinic within the CNCC building. It would have been easier to test him and treat him in a hospital, but the man was stubborn and refused to be removed from the summit site unless he became symptomatic. Moving him would be much riskier by then, but their Chinese hosts were letting him have his way. The clinic room had quickly been turned into an isolation ward, and Brooke had just heard that more biohazard teams were on the way with even more s
