Prologue
“Rhoda Barnes,” called the bored receptionist. In her white-striped mini skirt and red top, the little brunette looked like a sullen cheerleader.
Rhoda stood up from the metal folding chair, nervousness plucking her spine like banjo strings. The girl didn’t bother looking up from the magazine she was reading, she just jerked a thumb at the door …
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