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have an accident. And he’s all right … but I’m not!”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you?” Hannah asked, her anxiety growing. It was obvious that Andrea was very upset.
    â€œI’m afraid Bill will make the wrong decision. Or maybe it’ll be the right decision for him, but it’ll turn out to be the wrong decision for me.” Andrea sniffled and wiped her eyes with a tissue that was so wet and ragged, it was almost unrecognizable.
    â€œHere,” Hannah said, grabbing a stack of napkins from the supply cart against the wall and handing them to her sister.
    â€œIf he says yes, there aren’t enough tissues in the whole world!” Andrea wailed, grabbing several napkins from the top of the stack and wiping her eyes.
    This was a crisis of the highest magnitude. Hannah knew that because Andrea had just smeared both eyeliner and mascara. “Hold on,” she said. “We need coffee.”
    It only took a moment for Hannah to fill two cups from the kitchen coffee pot and carry them to the workstation. Then she made another trip to the baker’s rack beside the oven, scooped up a half-dozen of Lisa’s Chocolate Sugar Cookies, and transferred them to a plate.
    â€œEat,” she ordered, setting the plate in front of her sister.
    â€œI’m not h–hungry.”
    Hannah could tell that more tears were imminent by the quaver in her sister’s voice. “You don’t have to be hungry. Just eat a cookie. It’s medicinal.”
    The
I’m-your-big-sister-and-I-know-best
tone in Hannah’s voice must have been convincing, because Andrea picked up a cookie and ate it. When the first cookie had disappeared, Hannah pushed the plate closer, and Andrea took another.
    â€œCoffee,” Hannah instructed, pointing to the mug she’dset in front of her sister. “Take a sip of coffee to wash down that second cookie, and then tell me all about it.”
    Andrea didn’t argue. She just did as Hannah directed. And then she let out a quavering sigh. “It’s Bill,” she said, repeating what she’d said earlier.
    â€œYou told me that. What about Bill?”
    â€œHe’s been …” Andrea stopped and cleared her throat. “He’s been offered a new job!”
    â€œAs Managing Sheriff of the Tri-County Area?” Hannah hazarded a guess.
    â€œNo! That’d be wonderful. If they offered him that job, I’d want him to accept right away. But they didn’t. And this job isn’t wonderful. This job is just … just awful!”
    â€œIf it’s that awful, he shouldn’t take it,” Hannah said reasonably.
    â€œI know that. But I’m not sure
Bill
knows that. You see, it’s almost double the money, and he’d have his own practically unlimited expense account. And the benefits are even better than the ones he has now.”
    Hannah began to frown. “I must be missing something here. What you just described sounds like everybody’s dream job. What’s so awful about it?”
    â€œIt’s not the job that’s so awful. It’s just that it’s for Tachyon.”
    â€œWhat’s Tachyon?” Hannah asked, managing, somehow, to curb her impatience. Getting information from Andrea could be a long, painful process.
    â€œIt’s a big security corporation. Bill got a call from them this afternoon and they offered him a job heading up their quality control division.”
    Hannah felt a bit like someone trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together without the picture on the cover of the box. Andrea was feeding her pieces of information, butshe was far from seeing the whole picture. “Why is Tach-yon interested in Bill?” she asked, hoping for another piece to help her complete the puzzle.
    â€œThey liked the work he did for them last year. Tach-yon makes security devices, and they test them by sending out samples to law enforcement agencies all across the