Do or Die. Barbara Fradkin

“Could you tell me where the professor went?”

      “I didn’t ask. We’re all upset, sir. Professor Halton told us to take the day off.”

      “Is there anyone here from his staff?”

      “Umm...” Her hands fluttered to her face distractedly. “I could check for you. Mr. Difalco was here earlier, he might still be here. Dr. Miller’s in his office, I think.”

      “Is Raquel Haddad here?” He knew she wasn’t—she would be in Beirut by now—but he wanted to see her reaction. For a split second her eyes widened, before she drew her brows down over them in a frown.

      “Miss Haddad doesn’t really work here. She’s only been helping out a bit with the research.”

      “Helping who?”

      The brows drew lower. “I wouldn’t know. I’m Dr. Halton’s secretary, and I don’t keep track of all the projects his students are doing. I only type their research when it’s part of the book.”

      “What book?”