By the time Desiree had finished packing and buying plane tickets, it was close to 4am. She decided to try to get some sleep and threw herself on the bed, still wearing the cocktail dress that she had worn to the gallery opening. She ran through the plan in her head, and couldn’t find anything that would be a problem. Now, if only nothing unforeseen happened, she was good to go.
She had booked a seat on a plane the next day at noon. She was going to Euphrosyne Service’s new offices, posing as a rich new client, and she would find out what exactly this procedure of theirs was about. Then she could link the company to the deaths of the people who had been their test subjects, and hopefully to Susan’s disappearance as well. She would blow this whole thing wide open.
There was just one thing that she wanted to do before she left, and that was to talk with that guy Dennis Olson again. He had gone through the procedure, and he could give Desiree the details she would need to fake her way into getting an appointment at the company. But to get to him, she would need to call the volunteer Tommy – and as much as she wanted to move forward with her plan, she knew that he wouldn’t be helpful if she called him at 4 in the morning.
Plus, she really could use a couple of hours sleep herself.