Once it was secure, he headed out of the parking lot into the Marquette night.
“You never told me you knew the great man himself,” Olav said.
“Just met him this evening.” Birgit checked to see if anyone was following them. Olav drove as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Where are we going?” she asked.
“To my lab.” He chuckled. “I run a well-funded bio research laboratory at Northern Michigan University. You’re talking to Professor Lassen.”
“Congrats. You deserve it. You were a great teaching assistant. But I thought you were heading for Silicon Valley and the next tech startup when you graduated. What’s with the biochem stuff?”
“Wait till you see the set up,” Olav said enthusiastically. “You won’t believe it. Kobak’s investment company is funding my research in using machine lea
