before that happens, I can always be good bait. If he doesn't show up, the most that can happen is that I will become food for the vultures."
She liked the idea of my becoming dead meat and remarked, ironically.
"Of course I know you hope you can get away with this one. But your idea just might be useful to me."
Everything became a blur. While she was thinking it over I drank a whole glass of coke. I drank two more. I seemed to feel better. I managed not to let Dr. Young notice. The light over the door was green. We went through. Walked along the corridor. I got dizzier.
My head started to hurt. I felt groggy. The light over the other door also turned green. As we went through the door Dr.Young stopped me. She
