Chapter 28
“Been thinking about your problem while you were out.” Janice had a line of flasks and aged-scarred tureens lined up on her desk.
“Oh,” Michelle did her best to sound nonchalant as she handed over the Librarian’s root beer.
“So I put in a call to Plato.”
“Plato?” Michelle decided the best way to trust her knees was not to use them, so she sat down before they had any bright ideas about no longer supporting her. Why did she feel a pinch because Janice had called Plato? She wanted to protect him. But one of the precepts of Hell’s whole setup was, “Good luck, you’re on your own.” It wasn’t like her to react this way about any one soul. Was this man different from all other men? Would they eventually spend a night together that was different from all other nights? Now there was
