Daisy Modified ch 06
Anyone walking or driving past might notice her but they wouldn't think anything of it. Not unless, perhaps, they came back an hour later - or two - and saw her still standing there, planted like an ornament or a fixture, in exactly the same position hour after after, night after night. Jack took a sip of scotch from the shotglass on the table then turned back to his laptop. *she's still there* he typed. *i had no doubt* Peter answered. *i own her completely* Jack shook his...