“Cody’s yawn covered up anything else he was going to say. “Sorry. Heading back?” “Go to bed, Cody. I’m going to do one last sweep.” “Maybe I should stay with you—” “It’s fine. I’m just swinging by the northern suburbs. I’ll see you tomorrow.” It wasn’t the truth, but Cody and Matt had kind of grown used to me going off by myself in the wake of Project Midnight’s revival. Maybe they thought they were doing me a favor by giving me space I needed. And they were. I appreciated it more than they kne...w. “Don’t get yourself killed,” Cody said. “‘Night.” I weaved my motorcycle through the snow-cleared streets. I got it up to almost seventy, but didn’t hear anything more than a dull rumble from the engine as I tore down the road. I conjured up the address in my mind. 460 Pen Plaza, northern suburbs. The search for Dr. Ragan, the name Martha Sykes had let slip, had finally yielded me an address after I did some snooping that would make Matt proud. He hadn’t been too hard to find, but everything I read made it sound like the man was dead.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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