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Lisa leaned toward Governor Wittlestoop. "See the guy taking notes? Is he a l
reporter I don't recognize?"
Wittlestoop squinted. "No. And he's not accredited national media either. I've never
him before."
Lisa got determinedly to her feet. All eyes were focused on the ceremony, and no
noticed her swift descent from the stage. Coming up behind the scribbler, Lisa rema
practically invisible. She seated herself behind the suspicious fellow and craned for a v
over his shoulder.
The screen of the man's handy machine was scrolling his notes as he entered them:

Offer more choices of victim memorial. Favorite foods of dec'd? Finger food only. M
cookies? Call SnackWell's. Sadness Fences line of candy?

Her face savage, Lisa stood. She grabbed the man's folding chair and tipped him out o
He stumbled forward, caught himself, and turned to face Lisa with a frightened look.
"You fucking little spy! Give me that!" Lisa grappled with the man for his PDA, but he
tight. Empty chairs tumbled like jackstraws as they struggled. Suddenly Lisa relinquished
grip. The spy straightened up, smiling and seemingly victorious. Lisa cocked her well-musc
Nautilus-toned arm and socked him across the jaw. The guy went down.
Chaos was now in full sway, screams and shouts and frenzied dashes for cover, as i
post office shooter himself had suddenly returned. Lisa spiked the PDA with the heel of
pump and ground it into the asphalt.
 Digital cameras had converged on Lisa from the start of the fight and continued to
images of her reddened face and disarrayed hair to various news outlets. The Gover
entourage of state troopers finally descended on Lisa and her victim. The spy had regained
feet and, nursing his jaw, sought revenge.
"Arrest her, officers! She assaulted me for no reason!"
The troopers turned to Governor Wittlestoop for direction. The Governor nod
his head at the spy, and the troopers dragged him off.
Lisa sought desperately to explain her actions to the appalled crowd and the invisible m
audience. "He was, he wasтАФ"
Jake had joined her, and, under pretext of comforting her, whispered close to her ear.
brightened.
"He was a Satanist!"

"TimWarDisVia continues to deny all allegations of Satanic activity by any of
subsidiaries or their employees. Nevertheless, several senators are insisting on a
investigationтАФ"
The well-coiffed CNN talking head inhabiting the small all-purpose monitor on the kit
counter appeared primed to drone on all night But Lisa moused him out of existence with
left hand and then carried the dark amber drink in her right hand up to her plum-glossed lips
"Nice save, Leese."
Danny stood by the sink, peeling potatoes. He sought to create one single long peel
each, and was generally succeeding.
Lisa drained her glass. "Thanks, but I can't take all the credit. Jake doesn't know it yet
he's in for a fat bonus."
Danny sighed. "The productions I could mount if only I had an assistant as competen
Jake! The kind of people who will work like dogs week after week for no pay generally
come equipped with a lot of, ahтАФcall it smarts? But of course, that's all moot now, with
death of our show."