Chapter 53 Static And Shadows
- The whistleblower’s message came through an encrypted email, short and to the point: *“I have proof. Meet me at the carwash on 5th. Midnight.”*
- I stared at the screen, my heart pounding.
- Proof of what? Another cover-up? Another experiment? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t ignore it. Not when the town was still reeling from the poisoned water, not when people were still getting sick.