They were unloading their truck, too. “Still on for dinner, my dear?” he asked as she shifted her backpack across one shoulder. “Wouldn’t miss it!” she said, looking at her watch. “Twenty minutes? Down here?” “I’ve been investigating a bit”—he tapped the side of his nose—“I think you’ll be interested in what I’ve found out about the Megellin Foundation.” She stopped. Oh, shit. Did she want to hear it? “I hope you’re not going to get us fired!” She smiled at the older man. “No, no, no. Nothing like that. I’ll see you in a little bit.” He lifted his ancient-looking leather satchel and left toward the ground-floor rooms. She hustled up the stairs and shivered a little as she unlocked the door. Knowing a bug was in the room made her feel like some unknown person was in the room with her. A ghost. Maybe, if she had the chance, she’d buy a cheap transistor in the market and set it up right next to the chair leg. But that probably still wouldn’t ease the feeling that she was being… Her Blackberry rang.
