Chapter 4

“I should start doing something. I’ve been lucky with my weight so far, but it won’t be that way forever.”

Ben smiled. “You’ve got a good body. Just needs a bit of toning. Jogging will do that.”

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll think about it.”

They finished their coffee and somehow the conversation drifted back, once again, to aliens.

“Where’s your computer?” asked Ben.

“In my study.”

Ben stood. “Let’s go.”

Armand led him up the stairs to his study. He turned on the computer and offered Ben the chair.

“No, you sit. I’ll look over your shoulder. Type in Dulce Underground Base.”

Armand did as Ben said and a list of sites sprang up on the screen.

Ben leaned over Armand’s shoulder. Armand could feel Ben’s warm breath on his neck, and smell the faint aroma of coffee. The skin on the nape of his neck began to tingle.

“This one,” said Ben, pointing.