“Oh, not yet,” Jessica said.
“But there’s always hope.”
The meeting with Hanscomb took place in the same building they had been in the previous afternoon, albeit in a larger conference room, away from the antiseptic smell of the mortuary.
“Miss Chandrbakhar!” he boomed, as they entered the room. “Good to see you. He stepped forward, a large, friendly smile on his face, one hand thrust out.
~This one is dangerous. Be on guard.~
Kalima didn’t need Kali’s warning. She could see through to the rot in the man’s soul, as certain as if he were a piece of bad fruit. If Scoggins had been the symptom, this man was the disease.
She took the hand, shook it twice, then dropped it as hastily as decency would allow. “Mr. Hanscomb.”
“Please. Call me Terry. Everyone else does.” He laughed in a self-
