You think there's a bomb? i***t! Now you're really losing it.
Whoever was doing this didn't want to kill her. They could have done it already. Shannon had the sense he—or she—just wanted to knock her off balance. Affect her work. Discredit her and get her fired. But why? A question she couldn't seem to find an answer to. She had nothing in her life of any interest—sad to say—except this particular game that had her mind twisted in knots. Why on earth would anyone be interested in a game for executive team-building exercises?
Sighing, she cranked the ignition, backed out of her space, and pulled out of the parking lot. Maddux Video Games, a two-story structure of glass and steel, perched on Dale Mabry, one of the busiest thoroughfares in Tampa. For Shannon, it was a straight shot down Dal
