Long Life and TelepathyChapter 17
I was much improved Wednesday. I still looked like I'd been run over by an eighteen-wheeler, and my chest was still tender to the touch, but I was able to move around with more spring in my step. I called Greg to my office. "Where are we with Anterra? Loni has an appointment with a counseling firm in Gilbert this afternoon." "He's forgotten about Loni for the present," Greg said and chuckled. "That captain on the Houston police force is hot on Anterra's trail. He put together a...