Chapter 42: The Return of the Repressed

'That's the million dollar question. Come, follow me. Guy, could you please take care of the rock?' She stood up and the girl from Kazakhstan took a plastic container from one of the cabinets in the room and Kim went to another cabinet and retrieved what could only be described as a pair of kitchen tongs and placed the rock inside the container.

As we stepped outside the doctor's office, I saw the Korean girl trying to sneak as close as possible to me and murmured into my ears.

'Why did you give her the rock? You should have kept it. This is not CIA, you know?'

I thought about that while we crossed a long hall and arrived at another wing. The doctor opened the door but the rest of the team didn't follow suit.'

'I'll see you in a second, guys.' Massimiliani said to the passing group.

The lab we had just entered was the smallest of the rooms I'd been in. There were only computers and literature on mental illness in the bookshelves.