CHAPTER 13Spaz stood at the front desk of Intermountain Telecom. The building’s lobby was typically ominous with black marble walls and chrome and black furniture. Too bad the company couldn’t afford something tasteful. He was now staring at a very bored security guard.
“She’s not here?” Spaz repeated.
“You deaf or something?” the guard said and went back to playing FreeCell solitaire on the computer.
“Did you check the name Kira Walker?”
“Yes.” He didn’t bother looking up.
“She’s not an employee.”
“No, she’s not,” the guard agreed.
“She’s a contractor,” Spaz said, exasperation creeping into his voice.
“Look, Buddy, we don’t differentiate between employees and contractors in the list. If she’s here, she’s on the list. If she doesn’t work here, she ain’t here.”
Spaz stared at the m
