Chapter Seventeen
At first he could only stare at the powder in shock. It looked like baking soda, or maybe cocaine. But was it something worse? News stories flitted through his mind—anthrax, toxins, nerve damage. His heart froze, then started beating double-time.
“What on earth?” Zoe was leaning over his arm to peer at the powder.
“Get back!” he barked at her. She jumped backwards and a puff of the powder wafted into the air.
“We need to go back down. Call 9-1-1. Or Nate. Yeah, call Nate. Tell him someone sent me some suspicious-looking powder. Then call the front desk and tell them not to let anyone on the elevator.”
“Oh my God, do you think that’s…”
“Why are you still next to me?” Panic threaded his voice. He didn’t want Zoe paying the price for his crazy life.
“Because I’ve prob
