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Copyright 2010 Mike Hockney
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“Can we get control of an individual to the point where he will do our bidding against his will and even against fundamental laws of nature such as self preservation?” – CIA memorandum, January 1952
The Red Queen of Central Park
John had sounded weird when he called. ‘Meet me at one-thirty at the Strawberry Fields entrance to Central Park. You have to do something for me. Wear something people won’t forget.’ Then he hung up.
It was 1.55 now. Where the hell are you, John? In rainbow-striped hot pants that dug into her backside and a scarlet crop-top that stretched too tightly across her chest, Sarah Harris was certain people were sniggering at her. Her feet had swollen up because of the heat and ached inside her new red Adidas sneakers.
‘Wow, it’s a hot one,’ the weathergirl had said on the morning news. ‘A hundred degrees in the shade.’