Jessica peered out the window of Nick’s limo. It stopped in front of a mammoth maze, a red-brick former factory on the southeast side of downtown. One part of MANA was square, another rectangular, and a third triangular, a geometer’s dream.
Nick’s bruised and swollen face might draw suspicion, so he stayed in the limo. Jessica and Lolita got out of the car and met Amber in front of the building as she stepped out of a taxi Uggs first with her flowing paisley skirt close behind.
Just before they got to the glass entrance, Amber stopped and pulled one of her herbal potions from her vast purse. “Who’s Raskolnikov?” she asked as she dropped liquid from a vial onto her tongue. Eyes wide, with her hair escaping in all directions, she looked frazzled and in desperate need of Rescue Remedy, but
