secretary was called back from her trance by his cough. She raised startled gray eyes, which made her look even younger than her probable twenty years. A pretty secretary, he thought. My first clue to Halton’s character.
“I’d like to see Professor Halton, please.”
“Uh…” she wavered, until he produced his badge. “He spoke to two detectives earlier,” she supplied hastily. “After that, he went out.”
He took down her name in his notebook. “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?”
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