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most important patient of her career.”

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                 Two
more men dead!
                 “Shit-shit-SHIT!” Luca Portero screamed as he smashed a
glass paperweight against his office wall. He didn’t have to worry about anyone
hearing; security staff was minimal on Sundays.
                 Luca
hadn’t seen the bodies yet, but Lowery, who’d found them, had told them that
both their skulls had been cracked like eggs. That sounded eerily similar to
the way Ricker and Green had bought it off the Saw Mill. But this was in broad
daylight, damn it!
                 Could
things get any fucking worse?
                 As
if in answer to his question, the secure phone rang. He hesitated—because, yes,
things could get a lot worse—then answered it. He repressed a sigh of relief
when he heard Lowery’s hello.
                 “What?”
                 “I’ve
been checking around the area and found some squatters in this broke down old
apartment house on the same block.”
                 “Did
they see anything?”
                 “Not
what happened to Snyder and Grimes, but they did see this black van parked on
the street—”
                 “They’re
sure it was black?”
                 “Double-checked that. They swear it was black. But here’s
the meat: the one looking out the window says she saw a very swollen looking
female sim being led into the black van.”
                 Oh,
no! No! They’ve found her! Snatched her right out from under our noses! How the
fuck could this happen?
                 “She’s
absolutely sure?”
                 “No
question.”
                 “Who
was doing the leading?”
                 “Two
men—one ‘very strange looking,’ according to her, but she was kinda vague about
that—along with a woman, and another sim, an old male.”
                 Luca
dropped into his desk chair and cradled his head in his free hand. Cadman and Sullivan. Had to be. Plus that old sim Sullivan kept around, and someone
else working with them.
                 And
they had the pregnant sim.
                 “All
right,” Luca said, straightening. This wasn’t FUBAR yet. It still could be
salvageable. “We abandon Newark . Divide the remaining men into four teams: one on Sullivan’s apartment,
one on his office, one on Cadman’s apartment, one on her office. You see them,
grab them.”
                 “But—”
                 “I
don’t care what you have to do to nab them, just get it done. If there’s any
flack we’ll straighten it out later. I want one of those shits and I want them
brought to me!”
                 He’d
interrogate them personally and they’d lead him to this pregnant sim. No need to worry about being recognized because whoever he dealt
with would not be leaving vertically.
                 But
what if they’d all gone to ground?

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                 MINEOLA , NY
                 “She’s
not going to last much longer,” Betsy Cannon said as she angled the doppler wand this way and that against Meerm’s swollen, gel-coated
belly.
                 Romy,
Zero, Betsy, and Meerm were crowded into the tiny, white-walled, windowless
procedure room in Betsy’s home office. Meerm lay on the table, Betsy working
over her, Romy and Zero watching from the other side.
                 “What
do you mean?” Romy said, watching in rapt fascination as the 3-D shape of the
fetus within Meerm’s belly formed on the monitor screen.
                 “Her
uterus has taken just about all it can. It’s too small for this baby.
Andyet…the baby could use more gestation time.”
                 At
least Zero had his ski mask back on. They’d all