“How can I help you?”
He had removed the small clipping of Horace he’d received from Nels. He slipped this through a slot in the divider. Carolyn took it absently, but her eyes widened when she read the name.
“I’ll have to page my supervisor,” she said.
“Before you do that,” Lux said evenly. “This will go easier for me – and for you – if you can just let me in to see his room.”
“I really shouldn’t.”
“If you page your supervisor it will mean a formal report.”
This gave her pause. He meant paperwork, and she didn’t seem the type to enjoy paperwork.
“What do you need to see his room for?”
“He and I are friends. I just want to pick up some things he left behind.”
“Some police were already here,” she said.
“Is that right?”
“On account that he’s a terrorist.”
“Yet now he’s on the loose.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” she said.