dy broken, a faint, chemical odor hit my nostrils. My blood ran cold, it wasn't just water, Chloe wouldn't be so simple,

bled with the buttons, my other hand pressed against my stomach where a dull ache was beginning, I typed a short, coded te

y throat. I was sweating, then shivering, by the time the car passed through imposing iron gates and pulled up to a sprawling, modern mans

the car, I heard hushed voices from

he one Mr. Ster

errible, wha

e fear surrounding this place, but thei

faces, searching, there, a familiar, austere figure standing slightly apart from the others, observing, Mr. Finch, Ster

h, a commanding voice cut

ng of this? Why is

ring monster of rumor, but an imposing man in his late sixties, his eyes

e, a wave of agony ripped through me, I cried out, clutching my st

ssure is dropping, it looks like she wa

, my baby, Chloe' s pois

ce boomed, no longer just authoritati

takes! Finch, find out who di

ncy in his voice, a strange counter