CHAPTER 10
SOPHIE
"Call me 'ma'am' like that one more time...and I will wipe that ridiculous look off of your face with a hand that's insured for half a million. Am I clear?"
The sound of a voice registers somewhere nearby. But I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming or awake.
It's my limbs—weak and worn-out—that send the messages to my brain that I am, in fact, conscious right now. My body feels so far beyond exhausted that it seems like I've been sleeping for days.
When I finally manage to open my eyes again, I notice that I'm laying down, gazing up at the Manhattan sky. Not to mention the blue uniforms of NYC paramedics...and an angry ginger ten feet away.
On a fairly quiet New York street, under the stars, I watch receptionist/undercover federal agent Linda Bradley point her finger at
