CHAPTER THREE
I stood there, stunned, staring at Shade in disbelief. “No, you don’t.”
“What, do you think I would joke, or worse, lie about something as important as curing an ill girl?” said Shade. She shook her head. “I did not know you had such a low opinion of my character. I would be offended if I cared.”
“How can you have a cure for a brand new disease that no one has ever discovered before?” I said. “Your claim is ridiculous by itself.”
“Oh, Bolt, you really underestimate the intellect and abilities of the G-Men’s top scientists,” said Shade. “Here, let me show you.”
Shade pulled a small bottle out of her pocket and held it up for me to see. Thick purple liquid—somewhat like grape jelly in appearance—shoe under the autumnal rays of the sun overhead. It was a small bottle, barel
