SWAINS LOCK (The River Trilogy, Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
She hoped it wasn’t mycobacterium abscessus, since that could take weeks of antibiotics to treat. But that possibility was why the doctor had taken a culture from Vin’s hip yesterday. His wound had all the symptoms of infection: redness, swelling, tenderness, pus. Still, the incubation period should have been longer than five days. More like a month. So maybe it was something less serious. But how then to explain the fever and lightheadedness he had woken up with this morning? She turned back toward her ingredients, which ringed a cutting board in the mid-afternoon light from the window. She rinsed the stalks of lemongrass in the sink, removed their rough outer leaves, and began dicing them into small disks. Vin had never been sick around her before, so she wasn’t sure how long his fever would last. She shook her head in silent reproach. Thirty-five years old and running around chasing phantoms in the woods. On a Tuesday morning when there must have been some work to do. Hadn’t he said that Rottweiler had given him feedback on his proposal for phase two?
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