He scanned the room, his flashlight cutting through the haze. He stooped near a workbench and picked something up with a pair of tweezers.
A cigarette butt.
"Are you insane?" he roared, turning on me. "Smoking in a bio-lab? With these chemicals? This is a Class A violation!"
I stared at the soggy butt in the tweezers. My heart hammered, but my voice was steady.
"Use your brain," I snapped. "I just walked in the door. I was at the subway station two minutes ago. Unless I can teleport, I didn't smoke that."
"It's in your lab," he spat. "On your watch."
"I don't smoke," I said, stepping closer to him, ignoring the water ruining my shoes. "Bag it. Test the DNA. If it's mine, I resign tonight. If it's not, you apologize."
I didn't wait for his answer. I pulled out my tablet and dialed Ch
