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Synopsis
Dr. Hallie Mara, an attractive young MD, and
her friend Reed Kincaid learn that someone has singled out many
people, men, women, and children to die in ten cities across the
U.S. in just a few days. But because Hallie has no hard proof,
the police refuse to investigate.
When Hallie and Reed attempt to secure
that proof, what they unearth is beyond their worst fears. And
as they start zeroing in on the killer, the killer quickly zeros
in on them. Barely escaping with their lives, they finally convince
the police. But when the police start investigating, there's an
even bigger problem. It may be too late.
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Reed walked to the door, opened
it, and couldn't believe his eyes. Kyle looked like he'd gone
a few rounds with Mike Tyson. Kyle's ears had no tooth marks,
but his face was flushed and damp with perspiration. Clumps of
dark-red hair hung over his bloodshot eyes and his clothes had
more wrinkles than a corrugated roof.
"Nice pajamas," Reed said.
"I belong in pajamas and in bed," Kyle whispered, coughing
and attempting a smile. He stepped inside and glanced around.
"Terrific house."
"Hi, Kyle," Hallie said, walking from the den.
"Hey, Hallie...." he said, coughing harshly. "Sorry
guys. I've been feeling awful the last two days."
You look awful too, Reed thought, wondering what the hell was
wrong with his older brother, the healthiest person he knew.
"How about some water?" Hallie asked.
"Please." He cleared his throat again and swallowed
with obvious pain.
As Hallie went to get water, Reed led him into the living room.
"Call the police quick," Kyle whispered, rubbing his
throat.
"Sure. But what's this all--"
"This man I met ..." His brother suddenly stopped, stared
ahead as though watching a train wreck, then clutched his chest.
Terrified, he looked at Reed, stumbled backward and collapsed
onto the sofa.
"Hallie!" Reed shouted, moving to his brother's side.
Kyle's eyes, pink and wild, locked on Reed's. His brother's face
turned scarlet as he gasped for air. Reed held his trembling shoulders
as Hallie ran in and unbuttoned his collar.
Kyle opened his mouth, attempted to form words. Reed leaned in
to listen.
"Poisoned ... me..."
"Who?"
"K-kill many Friday... s-stop him..."
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