That had been an hour ago. Now he had only a few more minutes to find Eric in the park and say goodbye. He had gotten in very late last night, too late to return Eric’s messages, and he didn’t want to leave things unsettled between them. “Dr. Grant!” Alan’s shoulders tightened. He knew that voice—Manly Wilks—and he had no intention of stopping for it. When he heard running, he knew that Manly had no intention of giving up. The reporter was beside him in moments, holding up a small digital video camera. “So, Dr. Grant, how about one last statement on the rumors that a secret group of international foreign interests is paying you to produce bio-weapons for them?” Manly said. Alan didn’t take the bait. He knew the reporter would love for him to overreact the way he had yesterday. “Mr. Wilks, tell me, how can I miss you if you won’t go away?” “Now, Dr.
