f her suitcase in the m

photo album sitting on the botto

The first page held a photo of them at t

r like a physical

standing in the bathroom, her hands shaking violently

patio. August was furiou

ped her arms around her stomach and asked,

wly turned his head. His eyes were comp

dripping with disgust. "I despise children. If you ever try to trap me with a pregnancy, I

lap across her face. Her ears had ru

e plastic pregnancy test in half behind her back and sho

to album shut, snappi

stomach. She had never been more gra

private investigators couldn't crack. She had tapped into an encrypted channel to contact a discrete private physician in Geneva, who arranged her flight u

oto album directly

encrypted solid-state module, connecting it t

e was no Windows logo. Just a

eys, typing a thirty-six-char

nframe of Project Chiron. The massive streams of me

iagnostic. No bre

outed her connection throu

ned her iris. The s

ore. The balance was an eight-figure sum, legally earned from

. The tight knot in her s

e module, and locked them both back

her trench coat, and reach

the outside of the door emitted a

vely punching in the

r muscles coiled tight. Her eye