Chapter 17In the morning, I was not surprised to see Mark sitting at a long table in the clinic’s cafeteria. James had arrived shortly afterwards and Fred was already tackling what looked like a hefty breakfast.
“Good morning, Ms. Kartz,” Fred said, wanting to break my stare.
“Good morning everyone,” I said finally, before turning towards the self-service counter and filling a tray with scrambled eggs and all the trimmings – I was hungry again.
As I came back to sit down, I noticed that James was strangely quiet but I knew his brain cells were computing all of the data they had compiled in the last few days.
“I think we need to review your plan of action before taking off,” James began as if he was opening a board meeting.
“Sure, but all I want to know at this point is what has been
