Chaper Twenty-Seven
Kim had copied, cross-referenced, collected, and collated. Research was her strength. She knew where she stood, when she stood among books.
She was aware Zeb and Coyote had been hanging around, though neither had been allowed near her. Coyote was one of the few people who could verify, beyond any doubt, that no one was tampering with Kim’s mind, but Cynthia Reed, for personal reasons, was dead-set against believing anything Deaf Coyote ever said. Kim suspected the animosity had its roots in the tattoo Coyote had removed from his arm and possibly in the fact that the United States Postal Service was certain his name was actually Norman Goldfarb. It didn’t matter much to Kim either way; she was used to people’s strange quirks. This time, though, it was getting in her wa
