Hines was in Joanna’s head and knew precisely what was going on out there on the lawn behind the asylum. When the blue-haired woman who’d helped take out Perses arrived, he began to curse under his breath. He should’ve left hours ago. Now, they would waltz into his facility and reclaim his playthings before he even had a chance to see whether or not his serums would work.

“What do you want me to do, Doctor?” Joanna asked. She was peering through a pair of binoculars from an ...