It was a blue Chevy Corsica, kind of sporty-looking, and clean. She noticed the plain government plate immediately, and the sticker in the lower-left corner of the rear window:
For Official Use Only
U.S. Government
A man in a military uniform got out as she watched—he was tall, trim, rather good-looking—and walked toward the Primate Center briskly. Jan went back to her work; she was midway through the second draft of a book she planned to call: “Bird Brain!” & Other Misconceptions of Avian Intelligence.
She was agonizing over a split infinitive when someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” she said.
The military man stepped in. “Doctor Vasquez?”
She was surprised to find him even younger than herself. “Yes? May I help you?”
He shut the door behind him and approached her. “Lieutenant
