Neighbors gathered in their driveways, wearing their robes and pajamas, sipping coffee and sharing gossip. About twenty cars, most rentals, lined the streets. At least thirty agents stood outside the house, waiting for something to do. Only a handful had been allowed inside. Each additional person represented another contaminant. Dagny grabbed her backpack as she and Victor hopped out of the car. An old woman in a bathrobe and slippers approached from the side and tugged at her elbow. “Are they okay?” she asked, but Dagny just ignored her and kept walking toward the house. She and Victor held open their credentials as they pushed through Fabee’s Fabulous toward the front door. A tall man with a severe buzz cut blocked their entry. “Sorry, but we’re full.” “Is Fabee here?” Dagny asked. “Assistant Director Fabee is here,” he said sternly. “Tell him Dagny Gray would like to come in.” Buzz Cut leaned over to another agent and whispered something in his ear. A minute later, Fabee appeared at the door.
