DINI FOLDED HER MOLLY costume and tucked it into the corner of her tent. She lay back on the makeshift bed she’d created along one side of the cramped space and closed her eyes. Her whole body ached and throbbed with weariness. It had been a really long week. First the break in at her apartment, then her car had been vandalized, and now somebody was trying to murder her.
She’d thought she’d be safe at the reenactment. She’d been anxious to get away from her life for a few days and enjoy the relative peace of the countryside and woods. But somehow trouble had followed her.
She only wished she understood what was going on. Only a few days ago she’d been on top of the world, having finally found an investor so she could begin the process of getting FDA approval for the cream she’d develope
