call Dr. Lydell.
"Good thing you called, " she says urgently. "We've got
trouble. We have to move fast."
"What happened?" you ask. "Is Isabella -- ?"
"We have another victim," Dr. Lydell rushes on. "Just
came in. A fourteen-year-old boy named Troy Belindo. Same symptoms --
bleeding profusely from his eyes, nose, fingers, neck, feet... The Allingers
say they don't know him, but it's definitely the same new disease."
"What do you want me to do?" you ask.
"Get over to his house," she says. "This boy must have
something in common with Isabella. I need you to find out what it is.
She gives you the address, and you write it down. "I'm
on my way," you say, and hang up.
Rita looks at what you've written down. "That's not far
from here," she says, and gives you directions. "Goodbye!" you say as
you run out the door.
Proceed to the house