Thirty-nineThey drove to the laboratory in silence, Snelling at the wheel, Marilyn beside him, knuckles in her mouth, staring out the window. Peter had kicked up a fuss, but she was having none of it, losing her temper at one point. Peter, recoiling in shock, didn't offer up any further objections. She didn't even give him the courtesy of a backward glance.
Snelling had made it clear that they couldn't stay in the house. “What I have to tell you has to be in a controlled environment,” he had said. She gazed hard at him, wondering what she had allowed herself to become embroiled in. “I'll take you to Shepherd's laboratory. He can tell you the finer details, make things a little clearer.”
“A little clearer? You'll have to do better than that, Mr. Snelling.”
“That's Commander Snelling, Mis
