Chapter 4
On the fourth set of Dana’s personalized recordings, the first showing up the same day Internal Oasis’ friendly technician mapped her brain waves for three long hours, they hit pay dirt.
Andre turned fast enough to knock a stack of books and papers off the increasingly cluttered desk in her home office.
“Take a little care with the belongings, Telkin!” When she leaned over to pick up the mess, he grabbed her arm.
“Yeah, sure, be glad to. Just as soon as you log into your bank account and transfer a few thousand dollars to a mystery charity.”
“What?” Dana whispered. Heat churned in her stomach. “You did not just hear that.”
“Yes ma’am, I certainly did.” Andre fumbled for one of the notebooks on the floor. “I don’t think… You probably shouldn’t listen, but let me write this d
