Chapter Twelve
DENVER—PHOENIX LABS
“Hi Sis!” eDaphne said to Daphne with a wink and an air kiss. “You were right about Thorpe. I’ll fill you in privately.”
Thorpe managed to blush while Braxton said, “Okay, Guys and Gals, let’s get it together.”
The conference table was still the old paint-covered worktable from their previous meeting. This time nine places were occupied, the original eight, plus eDaphne, dressed in a black pantsuit to offset her red hair.
“Bring us up to date, Jackson,” Thorpe said.
“As you can see,” Fredricks said, gesturing toward eDaphne, “we were quite successful. I really don’t have a lot to say. Thorpe and I arranged for him to be in the immediate vicinity when eDaphne awakened. They can better tell you about that than I.”
“It’s pretty personal, actually,” Th
