Last Chance
Last ChancSlowly, Brad Lilling’s arm dropped from its answering wave. He twisted, strode stiffly past shadows familiar as the lines of his palm, jerked open a cupboard door.
“You ought to be s*****d for this cute trick,” he growled, fumbling inside the closet.
“Why, Brad?” He knew just how the blue eyes rounded, naively innocent, behind him. “I just wanted to help you.”
“The help I need is someone to keep you off my neck. Here.” He reached back a long laboratory coat. “Put this on.” The garment was pulled from his fingers and he went on along the wall to the entrance panel. “Hate to light up but I can’t work without seeing.” His hand found, pressed a wall switch.
The white, apparently sourceless light filled a wide and lofty room, gleamed from polished metal surfaces, was
