She’d seen it before, of course, even admired it. It had been so perfectly designed for its environment that it almost looked like an outgrowth of the landscape itself. But now it seemed to have changed, taking on the appearance of an animal crouching in the undergrowth, awaiting its prey. But that was ridiculous, of course—it was nothing but a building, and nothing about it had changed. It was she herself who had changed, and even as she’d walked the half mile from the town out to the low building set amidst landscaped acreage, she’d felt the difference in herself. She’d tried to walk slowly, as if out for nothing more than a leisurely stroll, just in case someone happened to be watching her.And that, too, was silly, she reminded herself now as she approached the front doors. She’d done nothing except respond to a call for help from an acquaintance. Why should people be watching her? Yet as she drew close to the entrance, she found herself glancing around uneasily, searching for the hidden cameras she knew were trained on her.
