Every neuron of Nick's brain was searching. He almost had a doctorate in particle physics. It wasn't espionage training or whatever people learned to break out of or into high security buildings, but he wasn't an i***t either. There had to be a flaw that he could exploit to get out of the trap that he and Sarah were in. What he paid most attention to was the routine.
Every day, a handful of other lab coat bedecked men and women would usher him into a room several floors above where he and Sarah had settled in. Dr. Humboldt would be waiting there. He never came down to the floors where they were, himself, anymore. Sarah was still barely speaking to Nick. From what he could tell, she slept most of the day. He'd prevailed upon Dr. Humboldt to bring her a book or two, and he had. Nice hardbou
