Chapter 25Disguised, Lydia picked up the results at the lab the next day, Melanctha waiting outside.
“I'd swear we're being followed,” the older woman had said the instant they'd left the hotel.
Lacking experience in clandestine activities, Lydia couldn't have named so succinctly that creepy feeling in her spinal column, the cilia standing on end, the skin crinkling as it twitched at the touch of a hostile gaze. She'd thought she was being paranoid until Melanctha had said something.
They'd split up, rendezvousing at random pneumatube stations throughout New Athens, surveilling each other in their attempts to find whoever was surveilling them.
Unable to ferret them out, they went to the lab shortly before noon, where Melanctha waited downstairs.
“Where's your slug-dog?” the lab tech a
