I checked my iPhone as I waited for the elevator and found that Mike had tried to contact me twice. Then he’d texted me, sending me his flight information, as promised. Unfortunately, he was now currently on his way to Dallas, so I couldn’t reach him. With a heavy sigh, I dropped the phone in my bag and took the elevator to the floor dedicated to Olivia’s main laboratory and office, since her staff apparently occupied several floors. I swiped my badge over the electronic reader and stepped inside the mammoth facility, which had an open floor plan with a few areas sectioned off by glass walls. Several people wearing white lab coats and security badges milled about or poured over their respective projects at pristine workstations. Olivia was coming out of her office at the moment I popped in and her head snapped up from a file she was reading. “I’m sorry, you’re not supposed to be in here,” she told me. “Authorized personnel only.” “I’m Lacey Mansfield,” I said as I strode toward her and held my hand out.
