Chapter 194: Priscilla

Saturday. Safe House, Albuquerque, New Mexico.

THESE PEOPLE DIDN'T KNOW what they were talking about.

Priscilla strode into the bedroom, her one haven, and crossed to the far wall. The curtains were doing their best job of blocking out the mid-morning sun, but enough seeped around the edges she could see.

The bedroom door shut.

She glanced over her shoulder at Brenden leaning up against the flat surface, his arms crossed over his chest. He was watching her again.

Why was it the rest of his team just didn't get it?

"They're wrong," she said.

Her gut churned, and it felt as if a hundred million ants were skittering over her flesh.

Were they?

She'd never been fooled into believing that Asclepius was an innocent company. They had the same problems as any other for profit business. The true purpose, the good they should be doing, got lost in shareholders and stocks.