Chapter Fifteen
Discovery
“Spying is but a fickle game.”—An ex man spy
Woody followed Don they stood together and talked with their thoughts.
Don began to relax into the flow of ESP conversation. It wasn’t so bad; in fact, it felt comfortable, and Don was just about to ESP DJ to join when Woody felt a rumbling in his pocket.
He pulled out his Nokia and stared into the unrecognizable face of DBO.
Hilda threw the earphones and the manual. She felt an exasperation she hadn’t felt since living in the complex.
Who is interfering with Woody’s Nokia?
She headed into her room, stripped off her cape, and tossed it on the bed in disgust.
“Beryl’s on the move, ma’am,” said the H-Pad. “Tablet wearing off.”
“And is someone going to block that connection too?” snapped Hilda.
“Ma’am, spying is
