“Mikhailov? Tech girl out of Chicago. Does work for all kinds of people. Hard lady to find without a recommendation,” Len said. He hadn’t worked with her, but he knew of her, through various connections. “That’s about it on my end. You know how to reach her?”
Len sat up all the way and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He did feel better. Not energized. But better. “Food. Then some ibuprofen? When your tests are done we have to go North. I’m sure that’s where they’re taking her.”
“I went to school with her. We really hit it off. We both applied for the same labs. one in Chicago and STAR labs. We both wantd the STAR labs one, but obviously I got it. She was pretty mad, We stayed in contact, and I might have her number around here somewhere. I can look around.” He said, as the computer made an audible ‘ding’ as the tests finished up.
