"About eight?"
"I'll be there."
She eased away from the desk and started across the room. I found
myself watching the rhythmic motion of her hips. At the door she turned
to give me a parting invitation over her shoulder.
I didn't move. Through the door I saw the young blond boy, Jenkins,
join her in the corridor. He grinned and took her hand in a casually
intimate way. I felt a tug of--
My God! I thought. Jealousy. Envy.
And I wondered what was my real motive for asking her to come to my
trailer that evening. Feeling out the enemy? Narrowing down my list of
suspects? But if there were any possibility that she could be possessed
by a powerful alien being it would be incredibly dangerous to be alone
with her.