For some reason, I felt enormous gratitude and relief, and knew that Hung would be all right now. The thought crossed my mind that it might be her at the door, but I dismissed it. The vibes were all wrong.
I had no friends in D.C. Mandy was too jealous to get along with. So when I checked my video monitor to look at my callers I was expecting Jehovah’s Witnesses, or a couple of cute Girl Scouts. (I would send the Girl Scouts off with a donation; “chicken” isn’t my dish. The true believers might be invited in for a little game of ‘mindfuck’, however.)
I was surprised to see three men standing outside. I opened the door a crack.
“Good Morning,” said the little one with the briefcase. “Are you Ms. Sophie Brewster?”
My first thought was that they were cops, but the suits wer
