V has made us a candle-lit dinner, which is a little weird. I've always known that V is a lesbian. What I didn't know is that she has a crush on me.
It seemed obvious that Greta held a key to what had happened to Li, but without being able to use my computer I had no way to research her.
Lola is noisy. She kept me up the first night singing and cackling until I finally realized I had to cover her cage to shut her up.
At the UTMB virology lab, they gave me a lot of trouble. The only information they would divulge is that Otto is on sabbatical -- no one knows where he is.
I arrived at Otto Ling’s house at about 3:30 in the morning, pulled the truck into his driveway and curled up with my blanket and pillow in the backseat.
I’m in limbo, temporarily homeless. Li has told me so little about what’s really going on, which puts me in danger, makes me even more vulnerable.
Dr. Li Wang's truck was found abandoned on the side of US Highway 87, no one inside. The cop asked, "Can you tell us anything about that?”
It's only been two hours since Li left the cottage, but two hours is long - longer than usual. What were his last words to me?
What did he mean, if anything happens to me? That made my skin crawl, but he just smiled and gave me a quick hug as if it were only a distant worry.
We’d driven over three hours to get to the cottage. All I could see in the pitch black were the outline of trees and a sky crammed with stars.