to a

degree, or thought she did. Given the vague nature of Morgan's call, anyone could be a threat.

She had to act accordingly until further notice.

“How do you know where I work?!” the tense medical examiner managed to get out as

she felt the first drop embrace her upper lip. Blood, tasted like blood at least. She wiped her free

hand across her lip and confirmed as much, making the critical error of looking down at her

index finger and the red smear that decorated it. The man took full advantage of this millisecond

lapse in attention to run for cover, duc...

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