Susan’s quandary: The facility’s back-up generator kicked in, and emergency lighting lit the hallway. Susan pulled back on Betsinger’s chin and inserted the tip of her blade in his neck. A pinprick of blood dotted his tan skin.
“What do you do here, Doctor?”
“We’re a research center developing vaccines for the virus. Exciting, really.”
Susan tracked the GPS records of the jumbo recreational vehicle that exploded outside the beachside…