and a short warning to him and the university’s research-integrity office.
I glanced at the clock.
8:09.
The protocol had already fired.
So I pulled out a chair and sat down.
Lila frowned.
“Aren’t you going to panic?”
I folded my hands.
“No,” I said. “I think someone else is about to.”…
At 8:17, someone pounded on the front door hard enough to shake the framed family photos in the hallway.
Lila’s face changed first.
Dad looked toward the door. “Who is that?”
The pounding came again.
“Open
