Sugar Water And Thirty Six Graves
Language: en
Yellow police tape snapped in the bitter wind, a physical barrier between me and the hospital doors. A line of heavily armed SWAT officers blocked my path, their faces obscured by tactical visors. They said there was a highly corrosive, toxic leak inside. They ordered all unauthorized personnel to clear the area immediately. I was just opening my mouth to declare my credentials when my apprentice suddenly collapsed onto the concrete, pointing a shaking finger directly at me. Her scream tore through the frigid air. She told them the source of the poison was in my bag. She shrieked that I…