We arrive in front of my home at two in the afternoon.Entering the house, I put our bags in my master bedroom. “Okay, Angel, get yourself ready for ...your interview.”I go and wait for her in the living room. Twenty minutes later, Angel descends the stairs, her hair and make-up are flawless. She is wearing a pink polo shirt, blue jeans that fit nicely, not skin tight and four-inch black stilettos.I wait at the bar for Angel and when her interview is finished, she is beaming with excitement. “Oh. )Sunken far below the depths of the surface, a devious monastic order of female changelings makes their home and thrives: The Sisterhood of the Broken Mask. They number almost a hundred strong, with two dozen mindless thralls and a horde of bloodthirsty monsters to protect them and their profane halls from would-be adventurers and other dangers in the darkness.The world is a dangerous one; even a trained assassin can make a mistake and the sisterhood prepares for this by constantly training new. The former Mrs. Lyle McFadden was not only the hostess, but the lover of the ringleader, a man named Samir al-Jaber, who was apparently a Kuwaiti national and very much anti-Confederacy because of their exclusion of the Middle East from extractions. Lyle was more stunned to learn that Madeline had any sexual appetites at all than to find out that she was an Earth Firster. She was a pretty woman, but had always been bossy, demanding, jealous, and disinterested in sex.According to the information. Entering the main structure, I walked into the bar where our hostess, Gladys, glanced up and nodded her head toward a phone receiver off the hook. "Your mom," she offered."Hello?" Billy? How are you? You and Jean OK?" It was Mom.Damn, I should have called to let her know. "I'm sorry, Mom... " I began but she cut me off."Don't worry about it. That's OK. Gladys already told me that everything's fine; I just wanted to hear your voice. Or Jean's." We're fine." And then searching for something to.