Chapter 29

Thalia also panicked while they were on their way to Harvard. She was really nervous because Franco didn't even mention a little detail about the water sample. Whatever he discovers, it doesn't look good.

Sure enough, when they got to the lab after twenty minutes, the frantic look in her former professor's eyes was impossible to miss. That afternoon he was wearing a white coat, and Thalia noticed the stain of blood on his right breast pocket.

Where does the blood come from?

"Thanks for getting here so fast," Franco said and the professor led them to the back of his laboratory.

Thalia felt the color drain from her face as they approached a table with half a dozen cages on it. The cages were small and covered with protective plastic wrap, and each one contained wood chips, a plastic wheel, and a dead mouse.

But maybe the mouse is not dead and it is just sleeping. Maybe she thinks it in advance.