Ch. 31 Dillon's Story

Dillon’s POV

“What is this place anyway?” I asked, risking the wrath of a clearly still fuming Zoe.

“It’s where we keep our research samples.” She answered bluntly, the scowl never leaving her face.

“Ooh-kay. Then why do they have it locked down tighter than Fort Knox?” I ventured another question.

Zoe huffed, exasperation a mild term for her current attitude. She ran her fingers through her hair a few times while she contemplated even bothering to answer me. I slumped down on the floor beside her, stuffing my hands in my pockets to ward off the urge to touch her silky locks myself.

“Medical research is tightly regulated. Any loss, damage, or mix-up with samples could set a study back years. That’s a lot of time and money lost, not to mention the consequences for patients whose lives might depend on the treatments being developed.”

“Makes sense when you put it that way.” I acknowledged.

“I was fortunate to even be allowed back here. It was a privilege Dr. Knolls trusted m