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Chapter 6 - THE BLACK SITEI didn't call the police. I knew who they worked for. Graham and I became the unlikeliest partners in history. He used his private satellites, and I used my knowledge of the hospital’s off-the-books surgical suites.

We tracked the transport van to an underground bunker beneath a disused steel mill on the edge of the city.

"It’s not just a hospital," Graham said, looking at the thermal scan on his phone. "It’s a harvesting plant."

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