From The Fragile Egg...
He tensed, focused again, pushed the button on the camera, and snapped as many pictures as he could. Someone was sitting at the lab bench in front of a microscope. He zoomed in on the face, but she had her eyes buried in the scope.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the blinds away. She looked up.
"That's it, come to Papa." She was staring out the window. Her face was in clear view. He snapped as many pictures as he could.
He looked at his watch. Just past nine.
This could be another dead end. He had investigated more than half a dozen physicians over the past year. Many came in late and worked in the lab. But this case was beginning to feel a little different. When the woman was at the window, she had a worried expression on her face.
Sean continued to stare. He saw the woman carrying something small. He tried to zoom in, but couldn't recognize what it was. She went back and forth from the microscope to other parts of the room. He snapped more shots. The lights went out just before eleven.
It was a hunch, but Sean wanted to take this a little further. Two hours in the lab. No one else in sight. She looked worried, serious. Something was going on.
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