CHAPTER 20 Cord prowled restlessly around the room. "This is getting no results," he said to his visitor. O'as placidly bit into a sandwich. She had brought lunch in for the two of them, but Cord's appetite had succumbed to inactivity. "I've been stuck here for three days and nobody has tried to kill me. We're wasting our time, and I'm bored." "You're just horny," O'as remarked. She had refused to allow him visits from anyone, even Julia. "Care to remedy that?" Expectant, he stopped pacing. "As a matter of fact-" She never got a chance to finish the sentence: the screen's beeping cut her off. O'as delayed hitting the respond button long enough to push Cord out of camera range. The security chief wanted no hint of Cord's good health to leak out. "Chief," said the voice of one of her staff, "we've got a problem in the cafeteria." Garatua's face darkened. "What do you mean, 'a problem'? A lover's quarrel?
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