twice.
Then a third time.
His face changed gradually from skepticism to disbelief.
“Where did you get these?”
“Is it real?”
“I need laboratory confirmation.”
“Assume it’s real.”
Yates pointed toward one page.
“If this receptor modification exists, it could explain almost everything we’ve seen.
Their response pattern never made sense.”
“Can Elena help?”
“Possibly.”
“How?”
“If she’s truly a source match, we could isolate compatible immune cells and design a targeted therapy.”
“How long?”
“A normal process could take weeks.”
“They don’t have weeks.”
“I know.”
“Then don’t do it normally.”
He looked at me.
“Money can’t change biology.”
“No.
But money can change how many laboratories work on the problem at once.”
By midnight, three private research centers had received encrypted copies of the data.
By one in the morning, a jet was preparing to carry blood samples to Boston.
By two, a specialist in Zurich had been
