Seraphina Martel 2: This Time It's Personal
Shit.
To Saul and my parents: "Well now what? Do we toss the clinic? How can we trace this connection?"
To the Toothbearer: "Look, man, you've got a radio transmitter in a filling and it's controlling some terrorists' explosives. I believe you, but the police won't, and you'll be in solitary faster than you can say 'I'm innocent.'"