She sat heavily. The shock and anger scarcely registered on the surgically tightened mask of her face. But her whole body was trembling. “Mrs. Lomax?” It took her a moment to look up. “That woman in the hall out there,” she said. “The tall blonde, her name is Tanya Kriel. She’s a killer. She’s dangerous. She should be in a holding cell. Instead she’s slouching around like this was a Vogue photo shoot.” “Are you all right?” “I feel ill suddenly. I have to take this coat off.” She was struggling with it. I pulled at one of the arms to help her disentangle herself. “I’m sorry, but this is so strange and horrible and sick. It’s like seeing a ghost. Like Anna had come back. They look so much alike. She’s come back for revenge. There’s no other possible—have you arrested her? Is she going to jail?” I leaned back against the desk.
