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Singapore looked promising. If he’s able to bring them aboard, that’ll up our organization by another thirty-seven. They will also hold a strategic position that we desperately need. I stressed to him how important it is that he succeeds.
     
    At the end of the entry were several numbers, in distinct sets.
     
00317 43 4388 9629 20153 6 7219
     
    A quick glance at some of the previous entries revealed a few of them also ended with numbers. Ash could discern no obvious meaning, so told Chloe they could figure out later if the numbers were important or not.
    They quickly went through the rest of the books, eight in all. Each was filled front to back like the first.
    “We’re missing one,” Chloe whispered.
    Ash nodded. He’d noticed it, too. The journal covering the last four months wasn’t there.
    He stepped over to the pack Matt had taken with him on the trip south to New Mexico, and searched through the pockets. He found the journal wrapped in a shirt at the very bottom of the main section.
    “Done here,” he whispered, showing her the book.
    They closed the duffel bags and arranged them and the boxes exactly as they had been before. At the door, they paused to make sure the corridor was quiet before leaving with their old friend’s journals.

4
     
    ISABELLA ISLAND
    11:38 AM CENTRAL STANDARD TIME (CST)
     
    “H OW YOU FEELING?” Robert asked, raising his voice enough for it to carry through the wall into the next room.
    “No change,” Renee’s muffled reply came back.
    Though he was still pissed off at her, his anger was far outweighed by the relief he felt from her response.
    Twenty-four hours earlier—two days after Isabella Island had been doused with the Sage Flu virus by an organization apparently known as Project Eden—Renee had walked outside.
    While Robert knew that eventually someone would have to test the effectiveness of the vaccine they’d been given, he’d fully intended to be the one leaving the confines of the dining room where everyone had holed up. Leave it to Renee to sneak away and do it herself. When Robert found out, it took Rich Paxton, Estella, and several of the others to keep him from running out after her.
    “We only need one guinea pig,” Pax had said.
    Renee had stayed outside and exposed herself to the virus for several hours before moving into the restaurant manager’s office on the other side of the wall. Robert had yelled at her at first, but soon tempered his emotions when he finally accepted that what was done was done. Since then, he had spent most of his hours leaning against the wall, talking to her and checking on her, and sometimes not saying anything at all.
    Pax had told them it could be anywhere from a few hours to a couple of days before she’d show signs of infection, but given the concentration of the virus she’d been exposed to, he was leaning more toward the former than the latter. Robert’s own experience with the Sage Flu was minimal. Dominic was the only one he’d watched die, and it hadn’t been much more than a day before his friend had shown signs. Surely Renee would have come down with it by now.
    “No sniffles? Fever?” he asked. “You don’t feel tired?”
    “No change means no change, Robert. I feel fine. Can we talk about something else?”
    “Uh, sure. What do you want to talk about?”
    “I don’t care. Anything.”
    Robert was saved from having to come up with a subject by Estella’s arrival.
    “Pax would like to talk to you,” she said.
    “About what?”
    She shrugged. “He was on the phone to his people, then he wanted you. That is all I know.”
    “Hey, you still there?” Renee asked.
    “Go,” Estella said. “I will keep her company.”
    Robert found Pax across the room. “You were looking for me?”
    Pax nodded toward the buffer room and headed over. The area next to it was a quiet place to meet, most people not wanting to get so close to what was right on the other side.
    “The arrangements are set,” Pax