25 CAUGHT
“Dr. Valois,” the voice said. It was the same beefy security guard. “I was expecting to find you in your own laboratory or in the library.”
Peter couldn’t help stammering his answer. “Right. I was just checking on a fabrication job.”
The security man studied Peter. “You seem a little agitated.”
“I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone. You should wear a bell.”
“Sorry about the scare. These rubber soles don’t make a sound. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“No, no. Nothing. I’ll just be busy here for another hour or so.” Peter’s forehead was damp.
“Well, you have the building almost to yourself. If you need anything, just give a call.”
Peter walked away, trying to appear casual, wondering if the man had bought his act. The security man watched with a puzzl
