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Unformatted text preview: e he wouldn't forever, the more normal the concept of God seemed. Whatever, the genetic material had only been discovered. A small core of family-managed doctors were working right round the clock to solve the mystery, working even now . . . Nothing was going to happen to these doctors either. Only Ryan and Lauren knew their actual location, their names, the laboratory in which they worked. The Talamasca would not be told this time, the Talamasca whom Aaron no longer trusted, and whom he suspected of the worst, most unspeakable wrongs. "Aaron, take it easy," Michael had said earlier this afternoon. "Lasher could have killed those doctors, it's just that simple. He could have killed anyone who had any evidence." "He is one being, Michael. He cannot be in two places at once. Please believe me, a man of my ilk doesn't make rash statements, espe- cially not about an organization to which he has given his undivided loyalty for an entire life." Michael hadn't pressed him. But he hadn't liked the idea, not at all. On the other hand, there was something he should have...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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