”So, what are we going to tell this lady if she starts asking questions?” Dean asked Sam, jogging a little to catch up to him and match his long strides.
Sam looked up at the imposing building ahead of them. It was fives stories tall, countless windows shining against the sandstone brick. He was reminded forcibly of Harvard, of that other lifetime where he had tried to be just like any other normal college student. “We don’t even know what she found yet. Let’s hope she didn’t find anything. And it’s not going to be if she starts asking questions,” he finished with a sideways glance at Dean.
”What do you mean?”
”She’s a scientist, Dean. It’s not a matter of if. It’s a matter of when.” Sam pulled open the glass door and stepped into the cool shade of the building.