Invasion by Robin Cook

that’s going a bit far. Can you imagine trying to yell ‘King Arthur’ out your back door?”
    “King’s a good name,” Beau said.
    Tad got the collar on King and led him out of the cage. Beau reached out to pet him, but King hung back.
    “Come on, King!” Tad complained. “Here’s your big chance. Don’t blow it.”
    “It’s okay,” Beau said. “I like him. I think he’s perfect.”
    “Does that mean you’ll take him?” Tad asked.
    “Absolutely,” Beau said. He took the leash, then squatted down and gave King a few pats on the head. King’s tail slowly rose and then began to wag.
    “I DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME,” CASSY SAID TO PITT. THEY were walking down the corridor from the emergency room, heading toward the student overnight ward. “I’ve only got an hour between classes.”
    “This will only take a minute,” Pitt said. “I just hope we are not too late.”
    They arrived at the room that Beau had occupied. Unfortunately for the moment they couldn’t enter. Two workmen were struggling to carry out the twisted, disassembled bed.
    “Look at the headboard,” Pitt said.
    “Weird,” Cassey said. “It does look like it melted.”
    As soon as they could they stepped inside. Additional workmen were busy removing other warped fixtures including the metal supports for the suspended ceiling. Someone else was reglazing the window.
    “Do they have any idea of what happened yet?” Cassy asked.
    “Not a clue,” Pitt said. “After the autopsy there was a short-lived scare about radiation, but the room and the general area was exhaustively checked and there wasn’t any.”
    “Do you think there is any connection between all this and the way Beau has been acting?” Cassy asked.
    “That’s why I wanted you to see this,” Pitt said. “I can’t imagine how, but after you told me he’d been acting differently, I started thinking. After all, he did occupy this room the afternoon before all this happened.”
    “It is strange,” Cassy said. She walked over to look at the twisted arm that previously held the TV. It was as bizarre as the head of the bed. Just as she was about to rejoin Pitt, her eyes happened to meet those of the man replacing the glass.
    The workman stared at Cassy for a beat, then eyed her body lasciviously, much the same way Mr. Partridge had leered at her the night before.
    Cassy stepped over to Pitt and tugged at his sleeve. He was looking up at the institutional clock on the wall. He’d noticed that the hands had fallen off.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Cassy said. She made a beeline for the door.
    Out in the hall Pitt caught up to her. “Hey, slow down,” he said.
    Cassy slowed. “Did you see the way that man at the window looked at me?” she demanded.
    “No, I didn’t,” Pitt said. “What did he do?”
    “He was like Partridge last night,” Cassy said. “What isit with these men? It’s as if they are reverting to adolescent behavior.”
    “Aren’t construction workers famous for that?” Pitt asked.
    “It was more than the proverbial cat-whistle and ‘hey baby,’” Cassy said. “This was more like visual rape. Maybe I can’t explain it to you. But a woman would know what I’m talking about. It’s unpleasant, even frightening.”
    “You want me to go back in there and confront him?” Pitt asked.
    Cassy shot him an “are you crazy” look. “Don’t be silly,” she said.
    They got back to the ER.
    “Well, I got to get to school,” Cassy said. “Thanks for inviting me over here, although seeing that room has hardly made me feel any better. I don’t know what to make of all this.”
    “I’ll tell you what,” Pitt said. “Today is the day Beau and I play our three-on-three basketball. It will give me an opportunity to ask him what’s up.”
    “Don’t mention that I said anything about sex,” Cassy said.
    “Of course not,” Pitt said. “I’ll use the playing hooky to start things off. Then I’ll tell him straight out that last night at