as much knowledge and insight into the experiments that have been going on with the rats?”
With a nod, Henke glanced toward the door he’d emerged from as if he could see the others waiting inside. “A good half dozen. We work in shifts to monitor the status of our experiments around the clock. Not that we’re still experimenting with reanimation.”
“Could we get a list of those scientists?” Blaise asked.
“And their addresses,” I added.
“I can tell you their names. As for addresses, you’ll have to talk to someone in HR during business hours.”
“Names will do for a start.” I handed him the notepad I carried in my pocket and he jotted down six names.
“Thank you, Dr. Henke.” I took the notepad from him and stuffed it into the pocket of my jacket. “You’ve been a big help.”
“Anytime. I needed the break.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiled. “Sure beats long lonely nights of experiments.”
Blaise nodded. “Glad we could help.”
As Henke returned to the elevator and disappeared into the bowels of the F&L building, I asked the guard to call a cab to pick us up.
In the meantime, I preferred to wait outside. The thought of live—or not so live—animal experiments taking place somewhere in the building gave me a hyper sense of the heebie-jeebies. The place smelled so much of alcohol, disinfectant and something else that wasn’t quite right. Maybe it was the chemicals they used on the dead people they stored.
Blaise stood beside me on the curb as we waited for the taxi to show. “We’re going to visit Victor Stewart, aren’t we?”
I snorted. “You’re the mind reader.”
“Don’t you think a little rest would help? You humans don’t operate well without food and sleep.”
“If our man Stewart is reanimating dead people, he’s setting them loose at night. We can’t wait for the next attack.”
“I can’t imagine him having the time to work on more than one a night. He’s loosed his latest already. He has to sleep as well. If we wait until morning, we might have a better chance of catching him with the goods and it will give our guys back at the station time to pull up a valid address on him.”
Damn. The demon was probably right. So far, I’d been running on adrenaline alone. If I slowed down at all, I’d probably keel over from hunger and sleep deprivation. “Okay, we stop for food and sleep.”
“Good. I know a great twenty-four-hour diner that makes a quiche to die for.”
I groaned. “Please, no more dead jokes. I’m about dead on my feet.” As soon as the words left my lips, I couldn’t help the chuckle rising up my throat.
The taxi chose that moment to slide up against the curb.
Blaise held the door while I slid inside and across the seat to give him room.
Alone in the back seat with Blaise, I leaned my head back, hoping to keep conversation to a minimum. My plan worked all too well. I was asleep in seconds, empty stomach and all.
Not until the cab pulled to a stop and Blaise opened the door did I realize we’d gone all the way back to my apartment building in Manhattan.
“I thought we were stopping for food?” My stomach growled.
“The Chinese place around the corner delivers twenty-four hours a day, if my memory serves me.” Blaise held his hand out. “Your key.”
I dug in my pocket and pulled it out, reluctant to hand it over to him. “I can make it to my apartment on my own. Thank you for bringing me.”
He continued to hold out his hand. “The key.”
I didn’t hand it over, and in the next moment, I felt a light scrape and looked down to see the key had disappeared from my hand. When I looked up again, the keychain was dangling from his fingers.
“Strength and speed, remember?” he said.
“That was totally uncalled for,” I grumbled. “Give it back.”
“I’m tired. Yes, demons need rest too. And I’m hungry.” He inserted the key into the front entrance and opened the door for me. “And I
With a nod, Henke glanced toward the door he’d emerged from as if he could see the others waiting inside. “A good half dozen. We work in shifts to monitor the status of our experiments around the clock. Not that we’re still experimenting with reanimation.”
“Could we get a list of those scientists?” Blaise asked.
“And their addresses,” I added.
“I can tell you their names. As for addresses, you’ll have to talk to someone in HR during business hours.”
“Names will do for a start.” I handed him the notepad I carried in my pocket and he jotted down six names.
“Thank you, Dr. Henke.” I took the notepad from him and stuffed it into the pocket of my jacket. “You’ve been a big help.”
“Anytime. I needed the break.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiled. “Sure beats long lonely nights of experiments.”
Blaise nodded. “Glad we could help.”
As Henke returned to the elevator and disappeared into the bowels of the F&L building, I asked the guard to call a cab to pick us up.
In the meantime, I preferred to wait outside. The thought of live—or not so live—animal experiments taking place somewhere in the building gave me a hyper sense of the heebie-jeebies. The place smelled so much of alcohol, disinfectant and something else that wasn’t quite right. Maybe it was the chemicals they used on the dead people they stored.
Blaise stood beside me on the curb as we waited for the taxi to show. “We’re going to visit Victor Stewart, aren’t we?”
I snorted. “You’re the mind reader.”
“Don’t you think a little rest would help? You humans don’t operate well without food and sleep.”
“If our man Stewart is reanimating dead people, he’s setting them loose at night. We can’t wait for the next attack.”
“I can’t imagine him having the time to work on more than one a night. He’s loosed his latest already. He has to sleep as well. If we wait until morning, we might have a better chance of catching him with the goods and it will give our guys back at the station time to pull up a valid address on him.”
Damn. The demon was probably right. So far, I’d been running on adrenaline alone. If I slowed down at all, I’d probably keel over from hunger and sleep deprivation. “Okay, we stop for food and sleep.”
“Good. I know a great twenty-four-hour diner that makes a quiche to die for.”
I groaned. “Please, no more dead jokes. I’m about dead on my feet.” As soon as the words left my lips, I couldn’t help the chuckle rising up my throat.
The taxi chose that moment to slide up against the curb.
Blaise held the door while I slid inside and across the seat to give him room.
Alone in the back seat with Blaise, I leaned my head back, hoping to keep conversation to a minimum. My plan worked all too well. I was asleep in seconds, empty stomach and all.
Not until the cab pulled to a stop and Blaise opened the door did I realize we’d gone all the way back to my apartment building in Manhattan.
“I thought we were stopping for food?” My stomach growled.
“The Chinese place around the corner delivers twenty-four hours a day, if my memory serves me.” Blaise held his hand out. “Your key.”
I dug in my pocket and pulled it out, reluctant to hand it over to him. “I can make it to my apartment on my own. Thank you for bringing me.”
He continued to hold out his hand. “The key.”
I didn’t hand it over, and in the next moment, I felt a light scrape and looked down to see the key had disappeared from my hand. When I looked up again, the keychain was dangling from his fingers.
“Strength and speed, remember?” he said.
“That was totally uncalled for,” I grumbled. “Give it back.”
“I’m tired. Yes, demons need rest too. And I’m hungry.” He inserted the key into the front entrance and opened the door for me. “And I
Similar Books
