She put a hand over her forehead. “I explicitly said: no radios!”
Napoleon was a high-tech carnivore with super-keen senses; his visual, olfactory, and auditory capabilities were unparalleled. Something like that, she realized, staring at the footlocker-sized stereo, could blow his eardrums.
“You get what you pay for,” Oberon said. “Any laborer will tell you that. I find it amazing how a major corporation will invest millions in its equipment, then pay the guy running it—or maintaining it —a minimum wage.” He laughed. “Most companies are rotting from the inside, and they don "t even know it.”
Jan didn"t say anything. If she had bothered to scan the nightly footage just once ...
Levi sat the radio on the floor by Napoleon"s window and appeared to turn it on—it was impossible to say f
