“Oh, don’t make excuses. You know and I know the Boss-man is suspicious.” Kennon shrugged. “Normally I wouldn’t blame him but it’s a damned nuisance with things the way they are. All we have is one more bay and a hall to finish—but if—”
“Now wait a minute,” Blalok said. “Get the kink out of your neck and simmer down. Sure—the Boss-man told us to keep an eye on you—but that’s not why I’m here this time.”
“Well?”
“Douglas came back this morning.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know.” Blalok’s face wore the noncommittal look it always wore when he was taking liberties with the truth.
“You’re probably the worst liar in the galaxy,” Kennon chuckled. “He’s here to breathe down my neck, isn’t he?”
Blalok nodded.
“Keep him off my back for another week and he can breathe all he wants to. I’ll be done then.”
“I can’t promise a thing.”