Eleanor's POV
I shoved the last forkful of salad into my mouth, left a few bills on the table as a tip, and hurried out of the canteen. Slipping the disposable nose mask over my face, I blended into the stream of people in the hallway. Lunch break was starting, and the corridors were getting busy.
My hunch was right. Dr. Evans wouldn't meet his mysterious contact in the public cafeteria. I spotted him just as he stepped in an elevator, his back to me. I hung back, pretending to check my phone until the doors slid shut. The floor indicator above lit up, descending. Not to the lobby. To the underground parking garage.
My pulse kicked up a notch.
I took the stairs, moving quickly but quietly, my soft-soled shoes making no sound on the concrete. Pushing the heavy door open just a crack, I peered into the dim, cavernous garage.
