4Nine months after Sugar found the artifact…
“Dr. Jennings, I understand the gravity of your situation but…”
“If this is about money, I promise I can pay your fees. I don’t have a lot these days, but I’m willing to spend all I have left for help. Dead women can’t buy things anyway.”
Sugar stopped begging to bite her lip. Money promises were having no effect. What the hell was she supposed to offer? There had to be something that would appeal to them.
“Look, Eva… may I call you Eva?
“Of course,” Eva replied.
Sugar learned forward and assumed the most severe look she could. “I know my dilemma seems rather unbelievable when you first hear it, but I assure you every word I’ve said to you is absolutely the truth.”
Her potential savior, the woman who ran Psych Central, put her hands on he
