She stepped back, hands on hips, and studied him. “Is this another one of those private groups the President sets up in secret without anybody knowing?”
“No. I assure you we’re legit. The New York Times even ran an article on us and called us the ‘computer cops.’”
“So what are you doing here? There are no computers on Horseshoe Island—at least, not that I’ve seen.”
“Our investigations sometimes spill over into what might generally be called crimes of the new technology. Cryogenics is certainly a new technology.”
“And what is the crime?”
“Well, that’s what I’m here to find out.” He gave her a broad grin to cover his obvious evasion. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t reveal this to anyone else—not even to Tony Cooper.”
“Don’t worry—I don’t go running to him with everything I know.”
“Good.”
She sat down and took out a cigarette, accepting the light he offered. “Then you’re not really a medical photographer at all?”
“They gave me a cram course back in New York so that I could play the part.”
“Do you know what happened to old Miss Watson?”
He shook his head. “I wish I did.”
“Is it tied in to your investigation?”
“It might be.”
Her blue eyes were studying him. “You’re so mysterious.”
“Sorry about that.” He wondered if it was an invitation of some sort, and decided to pursue it a bit. “But you’re mysterious too. What about you and Cooper and O’Connor. Tony said just now he’d tell me about it someday.”
She shrugged and got to her feet. “Let him.”
“But you won’t tell me?”
“We’d better join the others, don’t you think?”
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