Chapter 4“Gray!”
Adam flinched as Professor Wilson’s voice exploded behind him. Jan, seated beside him at the bench, gave him a wide-eyed look that said you’re in trouble, boy.
“Professor?” Adam said, turning around and putting on his most wide-eyed, innocent expression. It never failed to work on his mother.
“Tell me, Gray,” Wilson said, “have you started to run a taxi service with the department truck? It’s not enough that you use it to go shopping and run personal errands, now you’re giving other people rides home?”
“Sir, Dr. Benesh had been working late on his quarterly reports. His bike was low on charge, and—”
“What were you still doing here at that time of night? I didn’t authorize any overtime.”
“I was just helping Dr. Benesh out.”
Wilson’s eyebrows shot up. “And what do you
