CHAPTER 8
“What’s up with you and Ed Ryder?”
“What do you mean?”
It had been a tough day. Sakiko’s ears burned from long hours on the phone arranging all the finicky details of their expedition, and she had a headache. Yuri had spent just as much time using his computer to work out quantities of gear and supplies, convert currencies, juggle dollar figures and data requests on endless spreadsheets. It was after nine o’clock; they were beat and they were hungry. The Serpent’s Tongue pub a couple of blocks from the campus offered killer nachos and a decent selection of craft beers.
“A lot of people don’t like their department heads,” Yuri said, “especially when they’re new. But I get the impression you hate the guy’s guts.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Only to me.”
“Good.”
“And anybody else
