"He probably doesn't know my identity, but edited humans have an extremely keen sense of smell. He can tell that my scent is different from yours."
Ronan Kendrick patted Evelyn Ford's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him."
Seeing his confidence, Evelyn Ford said no more. Officer Graham led Quincy and Peter Owens downstairs to feed the livestock. It was getting late, and with plenty of rooms on the second floor, everyone found one to prepare for rest.
At 2:30 AM, a faint sound came from the window. Ronan Kendrick squeezed Evelyn Ford's hand, then got up and stood behind the door.
The doorknob turned gently, and the man walked in, a gun in his hand. The instant he stepped into the room, Ronan Kendrick pulled out a towel and clamped it over the man's face. The man quickly went limp and collapsed.
Evelyn Ford got up and pulled out an emergency lamp. When she saw the bearded man lying unconscious, it all felt surreal.
"He passed out that easily?"
