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had started him grinning even wider. “Wait,” Jack said. “What’s that in his pocket?” Heck glanced down; his white coat had fallen open. His hands went straight towards his shirt pocket, but I grabbed him by the wrists. Heck tried to talk, but his lips and tongue had swollen up, and I couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. Jack moved the gurney out of the way and plucked something out of Heck’s shirt pocket. It crackled. Clear plastic covered…what? Something rigid, thin, and milky-colored. Janey put on a latex glove with a snap and took the packet out of
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