Sunday, July 3^rd

Alexis met Burgess at the BART station as he had directed. Only a few days ago she had awakened each morning anxious to see what the day would bring. The rebirth of Alexis made her feel she was exonerated for the sins committed by the girl Piper who had occupied Alexis’ bodily shell for so long.

She shuddered as she caught site of Burgess moving toward where she sat on the bench, his body moving in a haphazard fashion not usually associated with humans. He dropped onto the bench beside her.

“I know Trent Marshall is here,” he said. “I know he’s staying with the Anderson woman. I want to know their schedule.”

Alexis felt her new life slipping away. Ms. Anderson had been very nice to her. She didn’t want to betray her. She remained silent.

Burgess turned his face to look at her, the folds of skin on his neck flapping with the movement. He opened his jacket slightly so she could see the butt of the semiautomatic handgun.

“In case you’re thinking of not cooperating, Piper, keep in your mind the picture of yourself covered with your friend Abby’s brains.”

Alexis hung her head. She would try to protect Abby and avoid betraying others as best she could.

“They’re out of town.”

“Where are they, Piper? Don’t play games with me,” Burgess snarled.

“They got married,” Alexis said, her voice barely audible. “They’re in Europe on their honeymoon.”

Burgess laughed.

“Married?” he said. “Now that presents some possibilities. I’ll have to give that some thought. This could get to be fun.”

Alexis stared at the floor beneath her feet.

“When will they be back?”

“They get back on July 24^th,” she said.

“Good to know,” Burgess said. “OK. You can go.”

Alexis stood quickly. She started to walk away.

“Oh, and Piper…”

She stopped.

“Happy Fourth of July,” Burgess laughed. His revolting laughter followed her as she hurried away.