“That actually follows with a good deal of what I’ve read on the topic. But the reading material….”
“I know.” It hadn’t made any sense to me, either. “What use would aliens have for Hollywood trade rags and gossip sites?”
“I’m not sure.” Paul rubbed his chin absently, as if considering. Then he seemed to notice the spring rolls, and bent down and picked one up. “What’s the young woman’s profession?” he asked before taking a bite.
“Out-of-work actress, from what I gathered. Not exactly someone in a position to assist much in world domination, as far as I can tell.”
“No, I wouldn’t think so. Anything else?”
“My client believed the change had come over her after a visit to a tanning salon.”
“‘A tanning salon,’” Paul repeated, obviously nonplussed by that particular piece of information.
