CHAPTER NINE
9:55 a.m.
Galveston National Laboratory, campus of the University of Texas Medical Branch – Galveston, Texas
“We’re too far behind,” Trudy said.
Her voice trembled the slightest amount. She said it abruptly, with no prompting from anyone. Trudy had become uncharacteristically quiet on the second half of the flight down here. While Swann and Newsam traded tall tales, she had sat with her head against the window, typing notes into her tablet.
Now, Luke watched her. She and Swann were unpacking laptop computers and setting them up on a long table. Luke’s team was in an old classroom. The room was on the seventh floor, on the other side of the building from the BSL-4 lab, and down at the end of a long hallway. It was quiet up here. There was nobody around.
This was their ope
