She looked at me again. Pushed her hair back.
“Foundation’s got a lot of trucks,” she said.
“I’ve got to run and hide?” she said. “But where to?”
“Small caliber?” I said. “How small?”
The guy ducked under a Perspex hood and made a call. Ducked back out again and shouted over to me.
Then he pulled the phone book out of a drawer. Opened it to H. Looked up Hubble’s number on Beckman Drive. Dialed it and got the same result. A lot of ring tone and nobody home. Then he tried the mobile number. An electronic voice started to tell him the phone was switched off. He hung up before it finished.