Still, Mia heard herself asking, “What’s this about?”
In answer, he beckoned her onward. Once they passed the deserted reception desk and he closed the door behind them, he said, “I want to try for the labs tonight. I have everything in place.”
Her heart sped up. “You mean you want me to steal the IT pass for you now? I thought you were going to wait until I finished up here.”
“I can’t. I have reason to believe they suspect I am not who I claim to be.”
“What happened?”
“They’re sending me for a physical. I think it’s just an excuse to sample my DNA.”
Fear jolted through her. “Should you run?”
“No. I can work around this. How do you think I made it past the first screening?”
She nodded. “Then can you be sure we won’t be caught?”
He hesitated only for a few seconds. “Reasonably. I’ve rigged a work-around for the cameras, and if we’re careful, we won’t trigger any alarms. We need to kill a little time in here and then at shift change, we’ll make our move.”
Did she really want to do this for him? While she debated, he sat down at the computer, clicking away. Mia guessed it was something to do with facility security. Circling around behind him confirmed the guess; he was deftly rerouting the cameras from this desktop.
“Did you cover your tracks going in?”
“Do I look like an amateur to you?”
No, he looked delicious. That did not bear repeating aloud, however. Mia watched his keystrokes long enough to determine he was nearly as good as she was, a worthy partner. She’d always been steady on the outside but secretly longed for the thrill.
“All right,” she said at last. “I’m in.”
He didn’t glance up. “I know. You promised.”
“But not under these circumstances. That required reevaluation.”
“Regardless, you are not the sort of woman who disregards a pledge lightly.”
It rankled that he was right. “What do you need me to do?”
“We have a limited window of opportunity. First we hit IT for the pass and then proceed directly to the east wing. I can take it from there.”
“You really think I’m going to get you through the doors and head home?” Mia raised an incredulous brow.
“It was too much to hope for. Let’s go.”
They stole silently through the darkened halls. It was definitely after hours, so if they were caught, there were no excuses, no reason for them to be here.
She deftly lifted the IT pass from her boss’s desk. “You know they’ll be able to tell someone used the pass… and I’m the only one in this department who hasn’t used my badge to exit the building.”
He smiled. “I think Security will find that your boss hasn’t left, either.”
“Oh, you’re good.”
“Computers are easy. Come on, we have less than a minute to get past those doors before the cameras return to normal.”
Mia increased her pace. Her IT badge and the pass got her into the computer room where she’d worked with Kelly Clark. He would have to take it from here.
To her surprise, he brought out a tiny tool kit and popped the security panel, then rerouted the wires with silent expertise. The metal doors slid open. She’d never glimpsed the labs, but she followed him, eager to see what Micor guarded so closely.
Just inside, she stopped, utterly puzzled. They stood inside one large room. Along the far wall, there were monkey cages, clean at least. The walls were painted white, like the rest of the facility, but there seemed to be less equipment than she would’ve expected, just from watching TV.
There were a few microscopes, a few bits of technology that she couldn’t identify readily, but nothing like a proper lab ought to look. There was also a table and chairs, which Mia bet got a lot more use than anything else in this “top secret facility.”
Søren swore softly. “It’s a front.”
They searched the room to be sure, but there were no other exits. No hidden doors. No secret panels. Just a room full of monkeys, who chattered as they went back the way they’d come in.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, once the security doors closed behind them.
“Forget it. I should’ve known it wouldn’t be easy. Return the pass to IT and then get going. I’ll take care of the security logs before anyone sees them.”
So that’s it, she wanted to say, you’re done with me. But she could tell his disappointment was so fierce as to be something else. The intensity radiating from him in this moment frightened her a little. Mia hurried away from him and didn’t look back.
Søren didn’t like surprises.
In his experience, they were seldom good. He should’ve known the real lab wouldn’t be accessible through a simple set of doors. The dummy facility served to distract interested parties, like himself, nothing more. But it was bitter gall to find he’d wasted months here, only to learn his efforts had been focused wrong. A day later, he was still brooding over that failure-and the fact he’d imperiled Mia’s life for no good reason.
He didn’t mind the big gambles when they paid off. There was no point in senseless risk, however. With no payoff, it turned last night’s foray into futility.
He reread his e-mail with a growing sense of unease: Your three-month physical is coming up. Insurance rates being what they are, I am sure you can appreciate that we wish to know should any of our employees suffer from a health problem that could best be nipped in the bud.
Though he wasn’t an expert by any means, he suspected this policy might violate several fair-employment laws. He wasn’t even sure they had requested anyone else take a three-month physical, making him think they suspected he wasn’t Thomas Strong. He had no idea what might have tipped them off.
Maybe it was truly a standard company policy. In a time of recession, most employees would be reluctant to question such a policy, when corporations could terminate at will and generally without cause. He had a contract, but in the fine print it required regular physicals at the company’s discretion. But one at three months seemed… unusual.
Mary tapped once on his office door as he was gathering up his belongings. “May I come in?”
“Of course,” he said, though he was in no mood to be kind and patient.
“I just wanted to thank you. Glenna has been a great deal of help to me. So much that I’m ready to go on maternity leave early, if you’ll sign off on it.”
Ah, so that was what she wanted.
“Of course. You think Glenna is ready to take your place?”
Mary nodded. “In my opinion, she should’ve been promoted long ago.”
He tended to agree. “I’ll have her request a temp, then. You can start your leave on Monday, if that’s all right.”
“That was what I had in mind. The girls are throwing me a shower in the break room on Thursday. I was wondering if you’d like to come.”
A baby shower. He regarded her with bemusement. “I appreciate the invitation. If I can’t make it, I’ll send along a gift with Glenna.”
All so mundane. How had he gotten tangled up in this life? It wasn’t meant to forge connections; it was only a means to an end.
Mary accepted that with an embarrassed nod and hurried out. Before too much longer, Glenna came in with the necessary paperwork for him to sign, including the authorization for the temp in reception.
“I’m just thrilled,” she said, bouncing on the heels of her sensible shoes. “I’ve thought this before, but never said it aloud. You’re the best thing ever to happen to this department.”
And God help you all.
Søren scrawled his signature on all the documents and then told her, “I have an appointment. Don’t expect me back today, I think.”
Just when he thought he’d get away clean, Todd stopped him in the hall outside HR. “So I hear you promoted Glenna. Will the temp be able to assist me with special projects?”