"I'd like a little more proof."
Julia passed her hand through the back of the chair. "I should certainly be investigated: just on the basis of being able to do that, shouldn't I?"
The F.B.I. man nodded. "Do that again."
Julia did.
"Excuse me a minute," he said. He swiveled to his desk. He picked up his phone and dialed. He waited. "... Peggy? This is me. I won't be home for dinner tonight. A case just came in...." He hung up.
He turned back to Julia.
"Now, about this space station. How is it we haven't seen it?"
"I assume it has a distortion field around it. It's invisible."
"Hummmm." He entered that in his notebook. "Is there any way we could detect it?"
"I.... If I were able to talk to a physicist, he might be able to build detection equipment. It would take time."