Anderson’s lab was just as she had left it. Theodora slid into the quiet room and brought the lights up slightly.
There was no sign of Armand. Had he come back for her? Theodora wasn’t going to think about it.
The stainless steel and white tile gleamed on all sides, the soft breathing of Philippa telling her that the other woman wasn’t dead.
She also wouldn’t be very active until at least the next morning. The syringe had been full.
That meant Theodora had several hours in which she could safely impersonate this student of the Institute for Radiation Studies.
It might just be long enough.
After confirming that the room was empty, Theodora locked the doors behind herself. She went to the gurney and quickly dressed, tugging Philippa’s clothing over her pseudoskin. Because she was slimm
