"Everyone who's even indirectly connected to Pause are monitored," Kendra told me.
I stared at her. "Is that all the monitoring they do? Just phone tapping?"
"Unless you pose a threat, yes."
"What kind of threat?"
"A threat that could potentially ruin Pause. I don't think you have to worry about that, but just be aware of what you're saying on the phone." She pointed to the backpack in my lap. "What's that?"
"One of Vivian's shirts and jeans."
"Were you planning on wearing that today?"
"Well, yeah. It's Vivian's. I'm supposed to pretend to be her, remember?"
"Nah, a shirt and jeans won't do." She turned in her seat to a black garment bag hanging from a hook behind her. Makeup and various hair torture instruments were scattered over the seat across from us. "What I have in that g
