Chapter 15

“If I shoot, Mann, I shoot to kill.”

“So you’re saying—”

“I didn’t shoot you.”

“Then who—” What was I doing, asking that of Mark Vincent? Did I actually expect a WBIS agent to be honest with me?

“Can’t imagine.” He grinned, cocky and a little manic. “I take it you’ll survive?”

“Yes, it’s just a flesh wound.” I dismissed it with a negligent shrug. I wasn’t about to let him know I could feel the blood oozing through the makeshift bandage.

“Then I’ll just take this and be on my way.” He reached for the case holding the formula and all of Bruchner’s notes, but I refused to let it go. “Don’t be a dope, Mann. It’s not worth dying for.”

“According to whom?” I didn’t release my grip.

“Look,” he said patiently. “This belongs to Huntingdon.”