Colin set down his load of placards. The one on top read “Do Not Have a Relapse.” “They’re saying it’s some sort of biological weapon,” Colin said. “They’re saying it escaped from a laboratory.” Not Gilchrist’s, he thought bitterly. “Do you know where William Gaddson is?” “No.” Colin made a face. “He’s probably on the staircase kissing someone.” He was in the buttery, embracing one of the detainees.
