CHAPTER THREE
When the buzzer rang again, Wanda was still standing on the balcony with the drink in her hand almost untouched. Looking at her watch, she was startled to see that Mike Hanson was due and she still hadn't changed. She hurried to answer the buzzer.
As she waited for him to come up, Wanda scolded herself for having blown so much time in a pointless lament on the ills of society. It seemed even more pointless when she realized that there was nothing she could do about it except fight little pieces at a time.
Even at that, she thought as she watched the elevator indicator climb toward the tenth floor, her fighting hadn't been terribly effective lately. Except for losing her job, making the Chief of Police violently angry with her and hurting a lot of helpless people down there
