I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Edging up to eleven. All right, so it wasn’t exactly the middle of the night, but late enough that I doubted he’d been expecting company. Did he actually go home, wherever that was, or did he sleep somewhere in the labs, so absorbed in his work that he couldn’t bear to be parted from it for even a few hours?
We’d find out soon enough, I supposed. He’d have to be set up in our basement lab, since the auto shop was too far away to be considered safe. Would he stay there, even if given a cozy hotel suite to sleep in?
Just as I was returning my gaze to the road, a wall of fire roared across the highway some fifty yards or so ahead. I let out a scream and hit the brakes, heart pounding, adrenaline bursting along every vein and artery like thousands of
