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"What’s the deal with all the security?" Ior so his voice loell "Used to be a NASA computer center a couple of decades back, but NuQuesCor took over the building about five years ago They’re private, but they work on soather they mostly do nutrition science, sports suppleh they aren’t NASA anymore, they still likely have a fair amount of proprietary information that they want to protect Hence the security"
"In other words, they’re afraid of industrial espionage, that sort of thing?"
"Exactly"
I gave him a doubtful look "What could an industrial spy want in a nutrition science lab?"
"Well, suppose they coar food that doesn’t taste like co in and stealing it before they can patent it, right?"
"Ahhh, gotcha It all comes down to money"
He snorted softly "It always does"
We came out abruptly into another two-story area that appeared to be a lunchroo to judge by the hallway entrances on all four sides There was no "hotel lobby" look to this, either This was , even the staircases to ht and left hite The only deviations from the color scheme were the tables and chairs, all made from what looked like aircraft aluminum
Yellow cri across each of the hallways, and I saw a nu toward the stairs to my left There, cruured he was in his late fifties or ed and lined face He was dressed in a dark blue uniforuards wore, though I saw that he wasa shoe A trickle of blood tracked from his ear, which I’d coh for ure out, since there was another pool of blood beneath his head Frouy had tuh force to crack his skull open
Hi there, darlin’ My naht I’ll probably eat your brain sometime soon I hope you don’t ed to maintain a properly serious expression I wasn’t the s at a death scene was pretty uncool
In the couple offor the St Edwards Parish Coroners Office I’d probably been on ic and heart wrenching--which was anything that involved kids; a feere truly bizarre--such as the guy who choked to death on a sex toy; but the large ory of "ho huo pick them up"
It wasn’t that I was jaded At least that’s what I kept tellingway from the screwed up chick I used to be I mean, I was definitely still a chick, but I wasn’t screwed up Well, not as screwed up Or rather, I was screwed up in different ways
This death scene looked like it was going to be one of the ordinary ones No kids, no sex toys, no batshit craziness that I could see so far
A gangly red-haireda jacket with SEPSO Crime Scene stenciled across the back flashed us a s the camera in his hands