I was flummoxed. You’ll take revenge sooner or later, it’s what you do. How could she know that? I sat back in my seat and stared out the windshield, much of what I knew about the order of the universe rearranging itself. Perhaps Jennifer Sylvester wasn’t feeble after all. Perhaps Jennifer Sylvester was fierce. That makes no sense. Nobody is that good at playing possum. Well . . . nobody but me.
