6
Alice glared at Ted Whitling in frustration.
He didn’t appear to care.
Alice had hunted him down, asking multiple people where they thought she could find him. Finally she cornered him in a small windowless office in the middle of one of the nondescript white brick buildings clustered in the middle of the base.
“You promised,” Alice said.
“Wasn’t my call,” said Ted. “Face it, that’s how they’ve tracked you before. If we’re going to keep you safe…”
Alice didn’t like it. One bit.
No computer access. None. Not even to work on her regular caseload.
Every hour she was wasting time. Work was all she had anymore.
“You’re our guest for now,” said Ted. “Treat it like paid time off.”
“That would be great,” Alice said, barely hiding her contempt, “except someone is trying to kill me and I
