Chapter Four
Conspiracy
stumbled into her camper. She made it as far as the passenger seat before collapsing into it. Bending over, she held her head between her hands and took several long, slow breaths to try and calm herself.
She knew now why Melk and Jimson had been so adamant about condemning . And why Melk had accosted her in the lobby. Sneers and mocking she was accustomed to. Flat out anger and derision was pretty much par for the course for her. Yet, in the end, she was always found to be correct with her revelations. Thank goodness for modern forensic science.
But the worse part of this job was—and always would be—when she encountered a person’s deepest thoughts. Their dreams and desires, both good and evil, were like swimming in a cesspool. When she needed to touch a person
