CHAPTER EIGHTAlexis
“Wait a minute, wait.” Alexis held up one hand like a
crossing guard. “Why would they, whoever they are, want to kill Daniel?”
Swede heaved a sigh and rubbed his forehead. He resumed
his watch out the window.
“I’m assuming you meant he was murdered,” Alexis said.
“Crashing your own car down a steep slope seems like an odd way to commit
suicide.”
Swede squeezed his eyes shut and his brow furrowed as if
conjuring a response took great effort. “We were approached.”
“Approached?”
“Three people who claimed to be with the government.
They said they’d gotten wind of our research and wanted to know our findings.
Daniel and I were suspicious right away, since we’d told no one exactly what we
were working on. We asked them where they got their information, but they
