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tered news reports of bizarre animal behavior in the Magog Woods. At first he bought the anomalies explanation. Maybe even distemper or rabies. But then came stories of unexplained mutilations in common woodland creatures. What weighed on his mind was that the containers had for some reason leaked, and that the virus was seeping into the ground water and making its way into the food chain. The potential was nightmarish. |
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But was potential enough to blow the whistle? |
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He gulped more bourbon. The morning headlines told him somebody else had the same thoughts. |
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Beacon Hill Shocked by Brutal Double Murder of Famed Scientist and Daughter. |
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The two photos had a common caption: "Dr. Marcus P. Wiley, noted biologist, and his paraplegic daughter Margaret were found murdered in their Beacon Hill apartment yesterday morning. Although no motive has yet been established, police suspect they were shot in a burglary attempt." |
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What burglary attempt? It was the third death in a week. These were not accidents, nor random acts of violence. He was sure the Wicks were eliminating all ties to Black Flag. |
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He was also sure he was next. |
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