Chapter 4 - The Poisoned Bloodline
The realization hit me like a physical blow, shattering everything I thought I knew about my children's illness.
It wasn't naturally occurring leukemia attacking their tiny bodies; it was a targeted biological weapon.
“Dr. Yates... he told me it was a rare blood cancer,” I stammered, my mind racing through two years of medical files.
“Dr. Yates has been on Crosby Vane’s payroll for over eighteen months,” Evelyn exposed without hesitation.
I turned toward Prescott, whose face had gone completely pale near the door.
“Lock down the medical suite immediately and detain Yates before he can leave the estate,” I ordered sharply.
Prescott nodded swiftly, pulling his tactical radio to execute the emergency containment protocols.
Evelyn stepped closer to my desk, resting her calloused hands against the polished wood.
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“We have less than nine days now, Lawson,” she warned, her voice tight with urgency.
“If we don't extract Genevieve from Vane’s facility in Michigan, your children will not survive the week.”
