Wallace said.

“I’m aware of your timeline.”

He reached into his leather bag and took out a small white cardboard box with nothing written on it.

He opened the paper flap and removed a small glass vial filled with clear liquid.

He snapped off the glass neck with a small pop.

He took a fresh plastic syringe from his pocket, drew the liquid into the barrel, and tapped the cylinder twice with his middle finger.

I held my breath and squeezed my left wrist.