Chapter Twenty-Two
A fog of mental images of her pets was drifting through Carrie’s mind. Rogue was bounding up to her, his tail wagging. Toodles was winding around her legs or nuzzling into her lap. The images played over and over. Carrie shook her head.
She had to concentrate on her mission to rescue her dog and cat, and kill anyone who tried to stop her.
Before he ducked behind his desk, Carrie had recognised the receptionist as the same one who had been present when she’d met Matthias Cowper. She briefly considered returning to the lobby, hauling the man to his feet and demanding that he tell her where to find the dandrobian and his accomplices. But she didn’t need him She could find them herself.
“Matthias Cowper,” she shouted. A head appeared out of a doorway. The person’s eyes p
