She had assigned herself this job in order to investigate Madame Zoltana, but that didn’t mean she could stiff Gage and Watson. She had her professional ethics, and she would make certain the company got its money’s worth from a Camelot Services employee. She was well into the document she was entering into the word processor, when Francine Bates arrived. “Hey, it’s all set, Gwen,” the older woman announced lightly as she went to her desk. “I just saw Ruth and Mary in the hall. One of them made an appointment for you with Madame Zoltana. It’s for this afternoon, right after work. I wrote down the address. It’s a small house up on First Hill.” “I didn’t know there were any houses left on First Hill,” Guinevere said dryly. “I thought the hospitals had taken over most of the neighborhood.” Several of Seattle’s fine medical establishments had located in the district known as First Hill, an older area that looked out over the heart of the city toward Elliott Bay.
