“Government inspectors from the Food and Drug Administration following up on a complaint about the treatment of human subjects in their telomerase research.” Everyone mulls that over for a moment. Xavier gives a slow nod. “Government agencies are always reshuffling staff, renaming divisions, reworking their logos. Bureaucracy at its best. Shouldn’t be that hard to fake the paperwork, and it would make sense that they wouldn’t know you. But what if they decide to follow up? Call the FDA?” “We’ll put your phone number on our cards.” “We’d need IDs.” Charlene taps her chin thoughtfully. “Official ones.” “There’s a FedEx Office store down the street. I saw it when I was getting the coffee. It’s amazing what you can pull off with a color printer, some card stock, and a laminator.” Oh yeah. I was liking this. I could get used to being a freelancer.
