Zammatra

Jessica was driving in New York City in her 1967 Mustang; she had a weakness for classic cars. She shifted into fifth gear so she could beat a red light. She was shopping for a retirement gift for her stepfather, and she was in a hurry. He was retiring from the FBI, and she had been shopping all day with no success.

Jessica pulled into the mall parking lot. Getting out of her car, she saw her best friend, Queda Lynn Wright. She was a tall, long-legged redhead with a desire to become an FBI agent, but for some reason, she would not apply. Jessica believed, she didnt have enough confidence in herself.