Free The Gift of the Dragon by Michael Murray

Idiots,” a book with many good reviews. While boarding the plane, Alice followed Ami’s instructions and installed something called Kindle and then pushed some buttons that put the book on her phone. Alice spent the plane ride reading it thoroughly, except for the times when stewards on the plane told her to turn it off because it might interfere with the plane’s instruments. Great, I am flying across the country on a plane that could be brought down by someone turning on a phone, she thought. No wonder I didn’t travel all those years!
    When the stewardess said she could turn on her cell phone again, she whispered to Ami, “How do I find an address from a cell phone number?” Ami told her there were several services on the Internet that could do this for her but she would need a credit card. “I only have cash, Ami.”  
    Ami told her she could buy a credit card with cash, and Alice found this worked at a store in the airport. Seeing the food and the drinks in the shop, she suddenly realized she felt starved and thirsty, and she bought some bags of nuts and a large can of Red Bull. She and Jenny loved to eat nuts together, and Alice knew they made her mouth dry. Jenny frowned on Red Bull, but Alice loved the taste of it, especially with nuts.
    She tried a couple of the phone number search services Ami showed her, joining with the false identity in her bag, Lillie Valero, and paying with her new card. Three of the sites all gave one address for the phone number, a business: Moore and Moore Legal.  
    She tried to rent a car from the first desk she came to with Lillie’s license, but she found she could not do that with cash or a purchased credit card. She almost asked whether she could buy a car when she thought of checking with Ami.
      “I can rent a car for you from Hertz, and they can charge it to this phone’s bill.” She followed Ami’s instructions, got the car without a problem, and asked Ami to take her to the address.
    She followed the robot voice's directions like a zombie, scarcely seeing the other cars and street signs, lost in thought.  
    Her goal turned out to be near the University of Tampa, on Cleveland Street, in a business park designed to look like a Spanish compound, with round tile roofs and whitewashed walls. The sun had finished setting by the time she located a suite of offices with Moore and Moore on the sign in front. The windows were dark. She walked around the building but could detect no sign of life. She made short work of the lock on the front door, using the tools in the bag Jenny said were hers.
    The body remembers.  
    Alice entered a waiting room, and suddenly the lights came on. She froze. Nothing more happened. No alarm. Motion sensing lights, her inner voice said. The room revealed by the lights appeared modern and classy, with glass and curved-steel accent tables and comfortable-looking brown couches. Past the waiting room, she saw a hallway with several doors. She stopped in front of what looked like the main office, a door with a brass plate with words on it.
    Dr. Peter Moore.  
    She turned then and placed her empty can of Red Bull on the doorknob of the closed front door.
    Alice went through the door with Moore’s name on it. The office seemed huge inside, with a large, dark wooden desk and tall leather chair behind it that shouted strength and confidence. However, there were delicate candleholders and more of the swirly accent tables as well. Behind the desk hid a very neat and clean bathroom, again with candles, piles of towels on more curved-steel tables, and a blooming orchid hanging over a large Jacuzzi tub. She thought it much different from the rough-hewn wooden showers and outhouses at Willamette Springs.  
      If this is an office, why is there such a pleasant bathroom? She opened the cabinet and noticed there were toothbrushes, shampoo, and… perfumes? Makeup? Something odd is going on here. Why would the man in the forest want to bring the necklace to