There was a time when I didn"t feel as though I needed to keep my head on a swivel just going about my daily business. Of course, that was before I knew who I was and before someone had tried to run me down, burn me out, s***h my throat or kidnap me off the streets of San Francisco.
By the time Friday came around, with no further incidents the rest of the week, I was starting to relax. I left work a little early and headed to the local hardware store to pick up some paint, then hit up two of the local furniture stores to test out beds. After ordering a bedroom suite, I headed home.
Cambious was on the greenhouse porch as I came in with my gallons of paint and other odds and ends and he smiled as he came to help me. “You"ve been busy.” He nodded toward the books on the table. I had spent
