Chapter 10Janet stared out the window on the afternoon of her second day at the Homestead Studio Suites, a slightly seedy motel in New Jersey that Danielle had picked out “'cause I never been there before.”
She was getting a quick case of cabin fever, having gone nowhere in two days, having done nothing in two days, having spoken to no one save Danielle in two days.
Her sole source of information had been the vid, which at a place like this still had non-interactive channels, but whose content was so salacious Janet shuddered at the thought of watching. And the content that wasn't pornographic was inevitably tabloid.
Which for the last two days had been all Janet, all the time.
A nation searched for Doctor Janet Thompson, her image on every vid screen, newsie, and billboard. The CEO of
