Chapter 15
Dean Fedorhall was a sandy -haired, unsmiling man who, according to reports, should have been hatched in electronic robot fashion instead of born as a person. He hunched forward at his desk that morning and read the document privately.
Then he stared over the top of the paper at Maurie. "You understand, of course, that you'll have to be terminated at once. Lascivious activity and involvement in a crime."
"A kid kills himself on his bike and you say I was the cause of it."
"Not the cause, Mr. Hayko. Our board has studied the case with a fine tooth comb. Your affair with Miss Reneson would be scandal enough-and I do say I'm quite surprised at you."
Maurie dug his elbows at right angles into the meat of his thighs, sitting tensely on the chair. He wrung his hands in defeat.
