I have one place left to go, one last source of help. As I fly there, I think of Doris again.
In the world I remember, we were both cops, working side by side as partners in the same squad car. It was the perfect job for someone like me, because it led me to crimes in progress, providing opportunities for Pinnacle to save lives and property.
But it also put my secret identity at risk. I constantly had to disappear at just the right moment so I could change from Mark Trent into Pinnacle. Doris, being the smart cookie she was, caught on pretty quickly but could never prove it. She spent years trying to unmask me, sometimes going to ridiculous lengths.
I laugh to myself as I think of them, like the time she pretended to be a masked crimefighter, hoping to trick me into confiding my se
