The night was inky hot. She strode into his office with a sense of purpose, place, another word here? She had zombie legs that went on for miles. They were the kind of legs you could sink your teeth into. Pepperwood had two friends; one if you count his hat. The other was His Gal Friday, Jessica Night. She was small in stature, but not in spunk, and a super annoying know-it-all.