Chapter 35

I was in a Microtel on I-75 and had a midmorning meeting scheduled with my client, so I crawled in bed around eleven and composed myself for sleep. As usual when I was in a small town, I lowered my shields, cast my mental net, and caught nothing. Ah well, maybe one of these days

My client was a married woman named Betty Alderman who would soon be taking her children out of town for several days to visit her parents. She called me from her house thirty minutes after her husband left for work, telling me that it was safe to come see her. As I drove down her street, I looked carefully at the other houses nearby, making mental notes as I went. Mrs. Alderman, a statuesque blonde, was at the door waiting for me when I pulled into her driveway, and she motioned me quickly inside the minute I emerged from my car carrying a large briefcase.

Once the door was closed, I said, “Mrs. Alderman, I’m Quentin Quasar.”

“Yes, I know. You look just like the picture on your website.”