She stared into the darkness, feeling a sickness that had nothing to do with Beatrice’s poison. What was this secret society that seemed to have its members everywhere? What experiments were those members conducting? If she included the most recent murder, five girls had been killed and parts of their bodies removed. Why? She had a sense of something wrong in the order of things, some evil. She remembered having felt it once before—yes, when she was a child. That night, when she had seen the face of Edward Hyde.
