Since I didn’t know how to respond to his comment, I drove on in grim silence. The landscape to either side of us was covered in scrub juniper, with patches of unmelted snow gleaming here and there in the moonlight. It wasn’t very different from much of the terrain you might drive through in northern New Mexico, but what surprised me was how many smaller roads broke off from Pajarito, and how many times I saw small groupings of buildings tucked away from the main road. This all had to be part of the lab complex. I’d had no idea it was anywhere close to this big, and, realizing that, my heart sank a little. Even the part of the campus I’d been to had seemed huge, and now, with all this additional territory it apparently covered, how in the world were we ever supposed to find Miles Odekirk?
