Chapter 7
Beth rode the glass cage up through the center of Water Tower Place, trying to look like any other shopper. It’s what she was, anyway. No one needed to know what she was buying, or her purpose for it.
But it was hard not to get agitated when the elevator filled on the mezzanine level with a gaggle of adolescent girls. Beth would have placed their ages at around twelve to fourteen. Their voices were high, the words came out manically, peppered with more “likes” and “you knows” than Beth would have thought possible in a ride of only a couple minutes. Had she ever been one of them?
No. Never.
Her association with the teenybopper league ended at the seventh floor, when Beth rushed out and turned to the left, where she knew she would find Wright Soldano, the gourmet food store. Sh
