"I can't believe this." Adam paced back and forth in front of them. Brennan was standing by the door, angry at the deception. Shalimar perched herself on a stool to keep from doing the same thing, and Emma kept Jesse company on the lounger. The molecular was recovered from the sampling process, but the lines that surrounded his eyes hadn't completely disappeared yet. Adam slammed his hand on the table in frustration. "There must be some explanation as to why Bea Sutter keeps all that fighting equipment on hand.."
"Love to hear it, Adam," Brennan challenged. "It sure explains how Benji got to be so good at sparring. You tend to get better if you do it every day, even when you have no brains to go along with it."
"Adam, I looked into the windows of the second story to the house," Shalimar added. "There were six bedrooms, some with two beds in them. Those weren't dust free guest bedrooms, either. They were in use. Dr. Sutter is keeping at least half a dozen men around the place, men that she went to some pains to hide from Brennan and I when we dropped off the serum. And that Joe that she introduced to us as the farmhand hadn't used a hoe in his life. Those calluses on his hands were from automatic rifles. AK-47's, to be exact. Just like the kind we found in the barn."
Adam looked away, lips clenched. "I can't believe this. This isn't Bea Sutter. The Bea I know walked away from Genomex in order to save the life of an unborn child. She sacrificed her career in order to raise him."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Brennan said dryly. "From where I stand, she still seems to be practicing a lot of genetic research. That doesn't sound like giving up a career to me. Or am I mistaken that the basis for the formula she's giving Benji was her work?"
Adam bypassed that. "I need to call her, find out what's going on." He punched in the connection that would send signals across the internet.
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