Chapter 111

The next day. Clara dropped by Windford Hospital to check on Jordan again. Then she spent the whole morning holed up in her lab in the basement, messing with some new formulas. That basement lab? Total lockdown. Only she had access. And those meds she worked on? Totally off the books. Not something you'd ever see on pharmacy shelves. Everything Clara created was either for herself... or for seriously critical patients at the hospital. That's partly why Windford had this almost mythical reputation—people with terminal illnesses were coming in and actually walking out cured. All thanks to Clara's unapproved wonder drugs. She gave the nurse instructions to give Jordan his dose, and before long, he'd be good to go. By noon, just as she was heading out of the hospital, she spotted a black car by the curb. Looked like it'd been sitting there for a while, waiting on her. A middle-aged man stepped out. He looked polite, professional. "Miss Bennett, good afternoon." "You're from Ms. Rivera, rig