CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Linda and Eric sat in the Warden’s office on a new leather couch. A large window looked out onto a grassy yard, where a group of women sat on concrete picnic tables, taking part in a craft class.
The Warden shuffled some papers and put on reading glasses. “Young lady, I don’t know what to do with you. According to your record, as Nancy Mulligan, you were throwing plastic explosives into Wakulla Springs. According your friend here, your name is Linda Simpson, and, you almost drowned back home. If you are Linda, and we have good reason to believe you are Linda, then, what are you doing way over here in Florida?”
Linda shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
The tall, athletic woman sat like a queen at her expansive desk. The pastel pink suit didn’t hide the fact that she seemed stro
