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scratch it. Let the doctor park his BMW or Mercedes, or whatever the pretentious prick drove, on the street. It would serve him right for taking his time. Late to the meeting. Taking his sweet time getting to work. Her impression of him just got better and better.
    Swaggering to the front door , leathers creaking, helmet in hand, her aviator glasses hid her eyes from the worst of the sun’s glare. She stabbed the buzzer, but instead of a voice on the intercom asking her to state her business, the door swung open and she got a surprise.
    “What took you so long?” Dr. Manners asked , his smile a touch too wide and toothy.
    “How did you get here before me?” she sputtered , taken aback at his appearance.
    “ I drove,” he replied with a smirk. “I’ll admit, I expected you much sooner. It took you so long to arrive, I even had time to take a nap.”
    A nap? She eyed his perfect hair and unwrinkled appearance and figured he pulled her drumstick.
    “Are you coming in, or are we going to give the neighborhood something to talk about?”
    In she stepped, dancing out of the way as he swung the heavy portal shut with a metal clang that belied the scarred , wooden exterior façade. Though the brownstone appeared benign from the outside, hidden beneath its veneer was a bunker style residence. Not that it did them any good when they’d harbored the most feared criminal within its very walls.
    The familiar scent of hospital antiseptic washed over her. How she hated that smell and the reminder of how she ended up an orphan of the state. Squashing memories, she flipped her glasses up on her head and peered around. “Pretty slick setup, Sylvester.”
    “My name is Nolan.”
    “Whatever. I’m bad with remembering names.” The smile she flashed was not exactly nice, but the best she could manage. He brought out the nasty in her. “What do the neighbors think you have going on in here?”
    “Botox clinic.”
    “For real?”
    He shrugged. “It’s worked quite well as a cover so far. Especially when we get shifters caught in a half morph or who are injured. People ignore the bandages and head wraps because of the cover story. But I’m sure you didn’t come here to quiz me about our setup. I assume you want to question the staff who worked with some of the patients and review video footage, what little we have of the night in question.”
    What she really wanted to do was get ahead of the doctor and call the shots, something he’d not allowed since she got her foot in the door. Having pegged him as an idiot who got the job because of his looks and pedigree, she did not like how he seemed determined to smash her preconceptions by predicting what she thought.
    “If you’ll just show me to a room I can use and give me a list of the staff, I can conduct the interviews while you get on with your own work.”
    A sad expression crossed his face as he shrugged. “What work? The only patient I have left slipped into a coma and I don’t expect they’ll survive the night. At this point, I’ve done everything I can. Now, I need to wait on test results to see if anything I’ve tried has made a difference.”
    “Tried , as in…?” Not that she possessed much medical knowledge, but even she had to wonder what the doctor thought he could achieve. Mutant movies all seemed to have one resounding theme in common. Once a person’s genes got messed with, forget turning them back to normal.
    “ From the information we’ve gleaned, the mastermind was obsessed with enhancing certain shifter aspects. She wanted the ability to make a shifter bigger, more aggressive, and stronger.”
    “Why?”
    “Why does any power hungry being do anything? To intimidate others. To feel in control. Given what little we’ve discovered, I’ve formulated a theory that given her diminutive size, the mastermind suffered from megalomania and a Napoleon complex.”
    Her brow knitted at the expressions. She’d never done well at biology, or psychology, or