“That treatment worked?”
“Yes,” Walter said. “You were the first successful patient.”
The room seemed to tilt beneath me.
“My parents never told me.”
“They were paid to remain silent,” Walter said.
“Paid by whom?”
He looked toward the locked storage units.
“By the company that wanted the formula.”
Before he could say more, the lights went out.
A gunshot exploded through the laboratory.
Melanie screamed.
Walter fell.
And from the darkness, my mother’s voice whispered:
“Your grandfather should have destroyed this place when he had the chance.”
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PART 4
THE MOTHER WHO CAME BACK WITH A GUN
Emergency lights flashed red along the floor.
I dropped behind a metal table as another bullet shattered glass above my head.
“Police!” Beckett shouted from the stairwell. “Drop the weapon!”
My mother laughed.
“You think the police can protect her?”
