“Your brother? The guy who completely screwed up your life?” “My brother the druggie. My brother, who has dabbled in the production of meth and probably knows about every meth lab in the southwestern corner of the United States.” “A meth lab? You’re going to cook up a batch of T-101 antidote in a meth lab?” “Exactly.” “You can’t trust your brother, and you can’t trust anyone who cooks meth.” Hadn’t she learned that lesson about trust the hard way? He balled his fists against his sides. Obviously not, since she was still here with him. “Who said anything about trust?” She waved her fingers in the air as if she was sprinkling fairy dust. “We rent the lab, cook up our own batch of drugs and leave it the way we found it.” “You said your brother’s in Utah?” “That’s right. I know he’ll help us.
