Maggie Foster
Ginny Forbes watched in dismay as the homicidal maniac and four - count them, four - alligators high on methamphetamines surrounded the base of the live oak tree she had chosen to climb. The wildfire was close enough for her to feel the first tendrils of heat on her naked skin. At the various times in her life when she’d been asked how she preferred to die, she had answered, 'Asleep, in bed, of old age.' She tried to calculate her chances. Not looking good, here. She’d gotten the answer to one of her questions, though. Could a strong, successful, modern woman at the top of her game settle into a comfortable routine? Answer, no. Evolve or die. 3
