Chapter 7: Psychic Secrets
Emma didn’t have time for another change of clothes, so she was still dressed in her—now somewhat disheveled—prostitute garb when she arrived at the Institute of Oriental Philosophy. It was an old gothic-style building a few blocks from Washington Square.
Despite being the middle of the night, Emma could see a light coming from one of the windows on an upper story. Could that be Professor Seligman—the man who had rented the hotel room next to hers? There was only one way to find out.
She took out her small but well equipped toolkit and quickly unlocked the front door. With the aid of a pocket flashlight she scanned the list of offices posted next to the elevator. Professor Kurt Seligman—the Institute’s director, she noticed—was listed on the fourth floor.
Emm
