The trees overhung the road in carefully cultivated arcs, blocking most of the aerial view. Someone watching via a satellite or unmanned drone would find themselves with very little in the way of usable footage. Heat sensors might do them some good, but even that, I wasn`t so sure of. This was Dr. Abbey we were talking about. She`d probably figured out some way to coat the leaves in a harmless chemical that blocked mammalian heat, just to piss the government off.
That was the kind of person she was, and by extension, the kind of person I was about to entrust with George`s care: She would flip off God for the sheer satisfaction of not letting him think he got any credit for shit he did at the beginning of creation. Dr. Abbey was probably the only person I`d ever met who would argue with the law of graivity. Not because she didn`t like it, or because she didn`t use it. Because she didn`t feel like it should be rewarded for doing its job.