Dr. Doug Martin, the name repeated in Damian’s head as he cut in traffic. He’d been part of Project Terminal in the early days, and one of the scientists involved in his transformation. Doug had been booted from the program, rumors spreading he’d objected to some of the experiments being carried out.Maybe a dead end to try, but worth a shot.Damian was forced to stop at a cheap roadside motel in Louisiana by late afternoon. His passenger needed rest, and so did he. He stopped at a restaurant next door first, letting Laura stretch her legs while he ordered soup for her and a burger for him.The room he’d paid for smelled of mold, but it had a bed. He hadn’t slept in a real bed for weeks. Laura eyed the single, but hell if he’d be a gentleman and take the floor.“Oh, thank God.” Laura flopped face first onto the mattress. The springs squeaked beneath her weight. “I need a shower,” she said, her voice muffled by the comforter.“I’ll bring in my bags while you go first.
