Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 143779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Kyle frowned. “Okay, I’m going to get the award for dumbest guy in the room when I ask this, but why are we worried about something we use for kids’ birthday parties?”
Hutch shook his head. “It’s way more than balloons. Helium is a cryogenic element.”
She bit back a laugh at Kyle’s expression, which told her Hutch was talking way over his head. But not hers, and she thought it was sexy that he understood what she was working on. It made her want to talk about gas chromatography and whether or not nitrogen was the solution. They could start slow and move on to more complex scientific conversations. But she remembered where she was and what she was doing. She also remembered he was kind of an ass. “He means helium is an element we can use to cool any number of systems. Helium has a low boiling point which means we can easily turn its natural gas state into liquid. Liquid helium remains in that state all the way to absolute zero.”
Hutch sat up straighter. “That’s zero on the Kelvin scale. It’s more like negative 450 Fahrenheit. Should I explain why we would use Kelvin?”
Taggart shook his head like a father dealing with obnoxious kids. “We know you’re a smarty pants, Hutch. You don’t need to dunk on him.”
Kyle ignored them both. “Does this have something to do with quantum computing?”
So Kyle kept up with the state of technology. “Among other things. Liquid helium is used to cool magnets in machines like supercolliders and medical imaging. It’s important, and my lab is trying to refine a process that allows us to use less helium to do the same job. We’re also trying new techniques to better recycle the helium we use. It’s important to do that and to store it properly because if helium leaks out, it floats to the upper atmosphere and we have no way to recover it.”
“So what you’re saying is you’re working in a high-tech field where your research could make people a lot of money,” Kyle surmised. “Hence, you being worried someone might have accessed your laptop. You’re worried about corporate spies.”
“She should be worried about spies of all kinds. The technology she’s working on is the kind governments would be interested in obtaining for themselves,” Hutch added. “When did you first start to worry someone was messing with your computer? Is your laptop where you keep the majority of your research?”
“I have some of it on my laptop, but the majority stays on the systems in the lab. I’ve got a bunch of statistics and reports from the experiments, but they don’t include the protocols on how we ran the experiments. The company wants to keep a lockdown on employees potentially selling sensitive data,” she explained.
“I thought Ms. Layne did that by threatening to sue anyone who looks at her the wrong way.” Charlotte sat back. “She’s famous for it. Do you like working for her?”
Her boss was extremely litigious, but she also allowed a kind of freedom no one else in the business ever did. It was a bit like walking a tightrope. “I rarely see her. She’s pretty hands off at this stage. If my research pans out, that’s when I’ll have more contact with her. The truth of the matter is if rumors get out that someone’s had access outside the company to my research, it could be bad for me.”
“She’s sued former employees before.” Hutch continued her line of thinking. “Mostly over loss of income due to the former employee not following security protocols. Did you sign an employment contract?”
“Of course.”
“We should have legal take a look at it.” Hutch’s tone had changed as though he was shifting to a more…dominant role. “I’ll run a search on your laptop, and I think we should also take a look around Ms. LaVigne’s apartment and check on anyone who has significant contact with her. I’ll need a list of everyone you spend time with. Have you had any new neighbors recently?”
She wasn’t sure what her neighbors had to do with it. And he wanted a list of her friends? This wasn’t what she’d expected. “Uhm, a new couple moved in two doors down from me last month. The woman who lives next door is pretty new, too.”
Cara was a freelance journalist who’d moved in a couple of months after Noelle had. Noelle liked her and they’d become fast friends. They spent a lot of time drinking wine and bemoaning their romanceless lives. Still, she hadn’t mentioned Sanctum to the other woman. No one but Aunt Lisa knew. Well, and her stepmom, but she tried not to think about that. She wasn’t sure why, but it hadn’t seemed like something to bring up with Cara. It was also a private club, and it seemed mean to talk about something she could never take her friend to.