“So what do we do?” Sweeney asked.

“I’m working on that,” Winters said dryly. “Chief, Agents, we are at your command.”

“So glad I have your approval,” Morrison said. “Dr. Quatrevaux, please help the Agents Rodgers move these HRL-related individuals to a new, secure location. Eccentrics, we’re going to need statements. Cavanaugh, Sweeney, with me.”

The new police forces secured the scene while those gathered considered their next moves.

—

A bright red dot was now imprinted on Price’s vision.

Wherever he looked, even away from the wall—which he did very, very rarely—he saw the dot. It was everywhere, in all things. It was inescapable. In the dark confine...

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