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I know what happens next.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - JOHNNY

Logan hangs behind as his men—and one woman—shuffle towards the door with Megan in tow.

Together we watch them leave, then, once the sound of their boots has faded, he turns to me. “OK.

Now what?”

I turn back to the crowd of scientists. They’re not begging for anything. There’s no pleading, no

crying, no deal-making.

Which means they know me. They know why I’m here, they know what they’ve done, they know

what comes next.

I sigh and point to the older woman who was pushed to the floor earlier. “What’s your name?”

“Jane,” she squeaks.

“OK, Jane. Just to confirm,” I say—aware that my voice is cold and comes out tired and resigned

like this is just another day at the office. Totally confirming their suspicions that I’m a sociopath

—“you did or did not recognize that woman in the tactical gear who just left?”

“No,” she says, shaking her head in short, quick snaps. “Never seen her before.”

“So she does not work here? She didn’t run longevity experiments on rats in this lab?”

The woman looks confused for a moment. “Not… here. No. I’ve never seen her before. And we

don’t do those experiments here. We’re just—”

But I hold up a hand—the one with the gun—and she shuts up. “I’m not interested in what you do

here and I don’t want to hear your justification for why you do it. What I am interested in, and what I

do want to know, is this—where are you keeping the women?” She opens her mouth to speak but I

point the gun right at her face. “Think hard before you lie to me, Jane. I’m not in a real good mood

right now.”

Jane nods her understanding, then swallows as she points to a wall. “Through there.”

I study it closely. See the almost invisible seams that indicate that there’s a secret door. Where it

leads and what’s going on back there is anyone’s guess.

Speaking of guessing. That’s all my question to Jane was. Just a guess. And even though it was the

correct one, I’m not very excited about being right. “OK,” I sigh. Because shit just got a lot more complicated. There’s people behind that door and I’m not sure I’m ready to meet them.

I turn to Logan. “You want to come? Or you want to stay out of it?”

He raises his eyebrows at me and lets out a long breath. “I’m here, aren’t I?”