I wondered aloud whether her husband’s treachery had not compromised the Lady Petrova’s status. Griselda found the idea amusing. The Lady had been...married to her husband to moderate his influence and to prevent him from becoming a successful rebel. His plot had failed partly through the Lady’s agency in recruiting, through intermediaries, her husband’s mistresses to the Queen’s secret service, and partly because of the network of informers that were employed by the Lady. Griselda expected that. Where is the rest of it?"The people working for her cringed at her voice. They were very afraid ofher outbursts and temper.One guy went in to try to explain. "I'm sorry doctor, but we didn't getthe information from a MORFS center. This particular center near the eventhasn't been infiltrated yet. We gathered the information from news footageand public records. We don't even know for sure that this girl is reallythe one with the power, though we are fairly certain. The computerpredicted a 92 %. I did not know how or if to reply.She said: why the fuck are you not in bed.I told her, in a whimpering voice, it is Saturday night and I normally stay up late watching HBO.She violently screamed at me to get my fucking ass in bed now, FUCK HBO.I went up into my room and just crashed on the bed, leaving my room door open, because I was so furious.I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs and looked into the mirror on my wardrobe and could see her going into the master bedroom. She did not lock. I walked across the street to the Drugstore Townhouses. I knocked on Vlad's door. 'Maxine, what brings you all the way over here?" he asked with a chuckle."Do you know anything about Sheryl Martin, the little girl who has gone missing?" I asked."Are you accusing me of something?" he snapped angrily."Vlad, you know me. If I thought you had anything to do with this. I would have you looking down the barrel of a pistol at this moment." I said."Or tied to a chair with wires leading from my nipples.