Steve's face went white. “Where is she?”
“There's an underground research station underneath Rockdale, abandoned some forty years ago. Janine and I were exploring the place, and we got separated.” Randall realized if he recounted everything, the other man would think he was a mental patient. “I almost drowned, and that woman saved me. She helped me escape the research station, said she couldn't come with me. Now, I know why. Everyone thinks she's dead, don't they?”
“How long were you down there?”
“Two and a half days.” Randall looked as if he'd been down longer, his face stubbled, his eyes bleary and bloodshot, his formalls rumpled.
“Wait here.” Steve walked farther into the suite.
Brian Franks looked to Randall to be in his sixties. His hair was jet-black, and his skin so pale it was
