The man yelled at Nova as she sat at her desk. Nova’s eyes flicked to Cal, the robot’s hatches were open and ready for defensive action. “No one is being used as a scapegoat… Mr?” Nova let the question hang in the air. The red-faced man glared at her. “June, Piero June. And don’t pretend to me that that pathetic personal assistant didn’t come running in here to rat me out.” “Piero, of course,” Nova said. She pondered the coincidence of him coming in just after her and Cal had been talking about him as a potential suspect. “Whatever that man said I had nothing to do with it.” “I assure you that Leon Statin,” Nova said, recalling the assistant’s name just in time, “has not been to see me.” “I can’t believe that,” Piero said, a tremor of uncertainty ran through his voice. “I haven’t spoken to him. Although rest assured I will in good time,” Nova said. “However, I would like to talk to you.” “Oh here it is! I knew you would suspect me straight away.
