Maisie’s Law of Final Desperation: Resistance is futile. Unfortunately, I was not properly armed with a black silk Natori negligee. There’s only one reason for packing uncomfortable sleepwear, and it sure as hell wasn’t for the Good Day USA defamation tour. Instead, I was dwarfed in one of Hank’s...
He agreed to a 13:00 meet, which was a perfect way to end a morning that would rapidly disintegrate into chickenshit. First, the weekly check-in at the Sentinel, followed by the dreaded come-clean with Walt. At best? Censured. At worst? Terminated. Feck. One thing that sucked about my new cover w...
Because living in a mansion with a state-of-the-art security system and four police officers armed to the teeth apparently wasn’t enough. I faithfully promised to set up a perimeter defense in my room as well as the hallway with the gear. Which, when I opened the bags, looked like it would take t...