Chapter 4

Dylan Foster worked fast. Half an hour later, the mobile testing team arrived at our door.

Two lab technicians walked in carrying a secure testing kit.

The living room was tense. Maxwell sat on the sofa in complete silence.

Logan and I stood off to the side.

Grace was still slumped on the floor, looking like all her energy had been drained.

The lead technician was strictly business. "Mr. Parker, we need a buccal swab or a blood sample from you and this young woman."

Maxwell held out his hand. "Take blood," he said. His voice was totally flat.

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