"I hate to see any one courting death, though," said Jenna.
"My only regret for Lacy is that we don't know whether he—and Garrard, by the way—went in the same way."
"Meaning?" asked Grant.
"The rest got it as they headed out to defuse the things," said Lindsay. "At about a hundred feet. We can only assume that Garrard and Lacy went in the same way. I'd like better than an assumption."
"Why?"
"A hundred feet is too distant to detect the human body without radiation. It presupposes either a warning of some type or—" Lindsay scowled and stopped. He mumbled something about a conference with General Haynes. He stepped to the autopilot and set it for the next location. Then he left to seek the privacy of his own office from which to call General Haynes. As he left, Jenna lifted a worried face to Jack Grant.
"Jack," Jenna said, "he doesn't trust me any more."
"It does look bad," said Grant. "After all, every one of them came in your presence."
"They came in your presence, and his."
"Admitted. But—"