Chapter 11

 

 

 

 

chapter eleven

Strauss had worked feverishly since they’d found Suzanne. 

She’d been there, exactly where she said she’d be—waiting for him. Waiting for Andrew to do something about all this, and he wasn’t about to let her down. He had absolutely no idea how he’d been able to do some of the things he’d done since he’d tranquilised himself. By rights, he shouldn’t even be up and about. But not only had he brought his people here—correction, Suzanne had brought him (he’d have been lost without her), become clearer the closer they drew to the hospital, coming into sharper focus like a chart at the opticians when they try the right lens—but he’d been able to talk, communicate. Been able to work, and work hard, taking samples of her blood and get them analysed, comparing them to the previous ones they’d taken now by using the hospital’s equipment. 

Suzanne was holding the Sleepers at bay, he understood that. She could do this here, because