Chapter 258

At the Chesire homestead.
Twilight was settling in, casting long shadows across the entrance of the village. The folks of Chesire were gathered, hopefully yet worriedly. Village chief Chesire paced, his eyes scanning the northern road with growing anxiety. “Mister Kashton Chesire.”

Acherry-red Porsche rolled to a gentle stop at the crossroads. Alexander emerged, flashing a gold-embossed card with his name on it, and offered a reassuring smile. “The pharma company has...