“Sandy’s back,” Luke whispered. Daniel and Karen turned to look.
But my head hurt, and my stomach ached, and I couldn’t take another group of people studying me, so before anyone could ask, I blurted out the only thing I could think of.
“Jack was patient zero,” I sniffed and went over to my desk. Someone had placed a clipboard there, but when I tried to read it the words turned into shapes and shadow.
“Oof,” came Pat’s small voice from under the table. She came out rubbing her head. “What do you mean? How can he be patient zero?”
“No way,” Luke whispered and covered his mouth with the paper he’d been holding.
“Not important,” Karen snapped at Pat. “We have another problem.”
“It is important, Karen,” I objected. “C’mon. None of this makes any sense.”
“Disasters never do. It’s in the paperwork,” Karen said. “Pull up that media circus,” she said and snapped at Pat again. Then she peered at me with tired eyes that were forced into action by too much caffeine.