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“Now, where did you get this again?” I asked as we sat in Katie’s car.
“Don’t know. Found it in the same dumpster, where I found the other bottles, remember? Behind some advertising agency called Noricom. I’m betting it all ties back to them somehow.” Katie peered at it as we studied at tape in her hand. “So, that’s where you got this? Noricom?” I asked.
“Yup, and I already listened to some of it. Jennifer, It’s intense. I hope….well…listening to the rest of it….you know….doesn’t mess you up further, I mean after the ‘dose’ I gave you yesterday.” Katie warned sheepishly as she pushed the tape her car’s deck and paused, looked at me dramatically.
“Puullllease! Listen kid, I was doing this when you were young enough to be my…” I paused.
“…daughter?” She her eyes danced.
I poked out my tongue in mock anger. “…younger sister.” I shot back drying to disguise being a little miffed at her.
“You sure your ready?” She asked almost sounding like she hoped I wasn’t!
“Katie, I’m a professional reporter with twenty years experience, not some horny little freak, okay? What you slipped me yesterday’s… all…gone. Trust me. I’ll be fine.” I impatiently snapped, a little embarrassed by her kid gloves.