Starke is letting me use her office. I'm Madelyn Jones." She reached out and firmly shook the teen's hand.At first glance, Ms. Jones looked ordinary, ...lmost non-descript. She had collar-length black hair, flat gray eyes, and pale plain features. She was wearing a gray businesswoman's suit, that matched her eyes, and had a slim frame on her five foot six body.But Katie could tell that there was more to this woman than met the eye. It was subtle, but the way she carried herself showed that she. "Yeah, that's me I guess. What are you lookin for? Weed, coke?" No, no, nothing like that. I-" Listen pal, I don't sell meth anymore," I interrupted."I'm not looking for drugs. I need you to retrieve something for me," hewhispered."Well speak up, buddy. No one's listening, trust me." 314 Sidering Drive. There's a house there, inside you will find this."He held up a photo of some brass necklace. It had a symbol engraved onit, couldn't quite tell what it was. "Keep the picture. The necklace,it's. Sarah also came to know that, this time it took forunderstanding, was necessary.This in-between place she was in is actually designed to be that way. Weare infants in our first existence or in this current form we call life.Hardly a moment in the full scheme of things. So, we have no choice, butto hover about this newer place for a longer time, curious, confused butwarming to it, and along with that pause a growing sense of safe.Eternities waiting room, Sarah once mused, but of course only to. Lovely, long jet-black hairframed her face and melted into the darkness behind her. Her eyes werevast green pools, electrified by the radioactive glow emitting from thecontents of the case. She licked her full lips and smiled. Her eyessoftened as she peered inside.The briefcase was stainless steel. The interior was packed with a singleblock of protective foam, molded with a series of indentations. Withinthe first pocket, a package of syringes lay open, the needles encased inplastic sleeves..