She set the vial down on the counter, slowly and carefully, then opened one of the applicators, holding it in the center of her vision so she could study it. It looked pretty straightforward, just the part that would go up her nose, another part that would go down into the vial, and a connection ...
Jemma typed when she reached the circulation desk in the larger library the next morning. Roger, working at the desk, read the message she’d muted, then looked up and nodded, gesturing over his shoulder at his supervisor’s office. Jemma nodded back and walked to the office, knocking lightly on th...