CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Right now, I hated Longworth’s irritating smirk more than anything else in the world. But I had to admit that he had good reason to be smirking because he had me in a very good trap.
Dizzy wasn’t my girlfriend, but I did consider her a friend and I didn’t like abandoning my friends to their deaths. Plus, even if I didn’t like Dizzy, I liked and respected Strike. I didn’t want to think about what Strike would do to me if he found out I allowed Dizzy to die just because I didn’t want to go along with Longworth’s demands.
On the other hand, I had no intention of being part of Longworth’s ‘experiments.’ The way he spoke, it sounded like he treated them like slaves. No way was I going to allow myself to become a slave. I would rather die than give up my freedom, especial
