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Chapter 8-2
“How many people will it kill before that happens?” Neil retorted, fisting his hands. “None that I’ve heard of so far and I have been keeping track via a police scanner,” Doctor Warren told them. He nodded toward a table along one wall. “I think it’s time we left, Neil,” Tyler said getting up. “I’m afraid that’s not an option at the moment,” Doctor Warren told him, picking up the cordless phone on his desk. “I don’t want you going to the police or one of the news outlets with your story.” Tyler moved quickly to tear the phone from his hand and smashed it against his temple. It stunned Doctor Warren long enough for Tyler to grab Neil’s arm, pulling him toward the door. They ran out of the office, heading to the front door of the clinic. Behind them, they heard the doctor shout, “Stop th
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