Chapter 1 – The Vixen
If Mari McCabe were paying attention, she would be striking a pose that would accentuate the billowiness of her summer dress; instead, she is thinking of warmth. Detroit is a place of flux in March, with bitter windy days quickly becoming sunny and warm, only to slip back below freezing. In her home, off the Serengeti Plains, this was a time of comfortable weather, just under 30 degrees (what Americans would say is high eighties in their peculiar Fahrenheit measurements), with predictably brisk morning rains that leave everything fresh and green.
“Mari!” Todd shouts, pulling her out of her moment of distraction. “Come on, girl. Pull it together. You have the fan on you, let’s make that print pop!”
“Sorry, Todd. My mind