CHAPTER SIXResolved to get answers, but not on an empty stomach, I marched out of my office, down the stairs, past Sheila’s desk, and toward the door. “I’m heading over to that new deli for a sandwich. Want anything?”
Sheila cleared her throat, with a rumble not unlike a volcano preparing to erupt. “I’m fine,” she declared. “Thanks, doll.”
I hurried over to the deli, ordered a Rueben on rye, and hustled back to my office with my sandwich in a brown paper bag. I hid inside and wolfed the entire sandwich down in just a few bites. Then I realized I was thirsty from the Rueben but had been in such a big fat hurry that I’d neglected to order a drink.
“Great. Now I’m losing my mind,” I muttered. I massaged my temples with both hands, trying to ease my tension.
After I’d rubbed my skin nearly
