CHAPTER 6
Erin led them through the front doors of the research facility’s main reception, walking briskly with her pen poised in front of her clipboard (several of which they’d procured from a friend of Jasmine’s mother, along with name badges to adorn the breast pockets of their lab coats, which had certainly done their job of convincing the guards outside that they were on official business).
After much discussion, Winkit had decided that it was best for her to go with them, but as it would have been highly unusual for inspectors to arrive with a cat in tow, she would have to hide. As a result, Johnathan was sporting a rounded stomach and Winkit was lamenting how sweat-ridden her fur had become because of his body heat.
With a brisk ‘good afternoon’, Erin handed the receptionist the
