Whats taking Trish so long?
Katherine Solomon checked her watch again. Shed forgotten to warn Dr. Abaddon about the bizarre commute to her lab, but she couldnt imagine the darkness had slowed them down this much. They should have arrived by now.
Katherine walked over to the exit and heaved open the lead-lined door, staring out into the void. She listened for a moment, but heard nothing.
Trish? she called out, her voice swallowed by the darkness.
Puzzled, she closed the door, took out her cell phone, and called the lobby. This is Katherine. Is
Trish out there?
No, maam, the lobby guard said. She and your guest headed back about ten minutes ago.
Really? I dont think theyre even inside Pod Five yet.
Hold on. Ill check. Katherine could hear the guards fingers clicking on his computer keyboard. Youre right. According to Ms. Dunnes key-card logs, she has not yet opened the Pod Five door. Her last access event was about eight minutes ago . . . at Pod Three. I guess shes giving your guest a little tour on his way in.
Katherine frowned. Apparently. The news was a bit odd, but at least she knew Trish wouldnt be long in Pod 3. The smell in there is terrible. Thanks. Has my brother arrived yet?
No, maam, not yet.
As Katherine hung up, she felt an unexpected twinge of trepidation. The uneasy feeling made her pause, but only for a moment. It was the same exact disquiet shed felt earlier when she stepped into Dr. Abaddons house. Embarrassingly, her feminine intuition had failed her there. Badly.
Its nothing, Katherine told herself.