Jacqueline stared at her for a long time. Eventually, she huffed a soft laugh, then stood. She dragged a hand through her hair, paced a circle around the table, and stared out into the jungle. After several minutes of chewing her thumbnail, she said, “Okay. Walk me through this. How long have I been here?”
“A few days. Before that, I believe it took another ten in travel from New York.”
Silence. Then: “And you say I was brought here to observe. To witness.”
“Yes.”
“Why me?”
Morgan said, “Do you remember writing an article for the New York Times about Shifters? ‘The Enemy Among Us,’ it was called.”
Jacqueline turned to look at Morgan. “No.”
“Very effective piece of propaganda, that. And extremely well written. You were nominated for the Pulitzer.”
“Did I win?”
“No. But it was the
