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THE FIRST THING Veyada did after the door shut was walk to it and hold his reader up to the lock. He shook his head.
I didn’t know what he meant or what he was doing, but I had no energy to deal with this now. I collapsed on the couch, alternately hot and shivering. I took off my helmet, but kept on the mask, sucking deep breaths of cooling air.
Sheydu went to the window, which overlooked the front of the building. She ran her comm along the sill and then all the room’s walls, corners and furniture. Seated on the couch, I could see the electrical activity readouts jump on the screen as she passed over certain spots. That was where the wires and bugs were hidden.
She nodded and sat down with me.
I knew all the signs. We were being monitored. The door was locked.
We were not guests;
