Miller
"I cannot give you a definitive statistical certainty until we run a comprehensive diagnostic panel on him," Gerald informed me, his fingers resuming their slow, anxious tapping against the mahogany desk. "But the biological markers you described—the complete locking away of his baseline scent combined with the sudden breakthrough of a sweet, secondary pheromone—are dangerously identical to the early stages of Lucas's decline. We have to act immediately, Mr. Reid. We must make absolutely sure that he does not turn out to be like his father. We cannot let him repeat that tragic history." Gerald leaned across the desk, his eyes wide with absolute urgency. "Does Leo know anything about what you observed?"
I shook my head, my throat completely dry. "No. I was too afraid to ruin the progress we've made."
