CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEJessica
I tried to remain calm and reason it out. What could Fred
have wanted to tell me and how would it relate to the novel I was working on?
It was just too bizarre to think that the people who were after me were like
those who were after Alexis.
I shook my head, as I opened my word processing program. I
wanted so much to finish my novel. But doing so meant rehashing all the
horrible similarities between my life my work. Am I writing a novel or a
thinly veiled autobiography? I laughed, but the sound was less happy than
desperate.
If nothing else, it seemed wise to check my files and make sure
nothing had been deleted. If my novel had been deleted, in whole or part, I’d
need to find a geek to recover what was lost.
Resolutely, I turned to my laptop and sc
