"My, you"ve got a look," she said to herself as she hurried to the inn entrance, where she found a large uniformed officer blocking her way. She flashed her press ID and attempted to breeze past. "Jan Barnes, Evening Courier. I"d just like a quick word with the staff."
Evening CourierThe officer, stolid and unyielding, continued to block the entrance. "No one"s allowed in. No questions. No cameras. Just leave."
She stood her ground. "It must be a serious incident then." She looked him straight in the eye. "Has anyone been injured?"
He returned her penetrating gaze without blinking. The irrational notion came to her that he could be a robot.
"I"m not able to comment," the robot replied. "Please leave."
She noticed that the officer"s uniform bore no identifying insignia, no rank or numb
