Her reply: f**k me ‘till I cry … hell yeah!
The last email from The Director the previous Wednesday: On my way now. Will call you when I’m in town. Can’t wait to meet you, Vikki. You’re gonna be a star!
I refolded the sheets and set them down.
Next he handed me a photograph, a year or so out of date, but unless she’d done something drastic to her colorful appearance it would be good enough. I’d have no trouble recognizing the real life Vikki if I spotted her.
“And what makes you think I can find her?” I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it. I felt for him a little, I knew what it was like to lose a child. But he was a still an asshole.
He squirmed a little, blushed again.
“Because you know … people. You have connections.” He was unexpectedly tactful. Then
