Any satisfaction I’d felt at leaving Hellbender blind left me. >>Jill, you need to tell me where you are. I couldn’t move. Felt like I was suffocating, realized I was holding my breath. Jill. Only one person had gotten “Jill” as my name the past three years. The man who had stood me up at the conference. The one who had given me a false hotel room number. So that was Hellbender. Not Langer but some third party.
