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    Yes! She’d planted the bogus data file in time and MedLogic’s hackers had taken her bait.
    A third ding announced a new message from GROB.
    Diana turned the monitor away from Ashley, stood and clapped her hands together. “So, you want to see what came in that UPS box?”

Chapter Five
    T he shipping box lay open on the floor of the living room. The only thing that remained, nestled among the tissue paper, was a red cap. Ashley’s white hobo bag lay like a deflated dirigible beside the box. From down the hall, the toilet flushed. Boot heels sounded on the wood floor. Then silence.
    Ashley peered around the doorjamb. “Ready or not.” She stepped into the room, and pirouetted in front of the fireplace. “You’re going to look so great in these.”
    Ashley looked pretty great herself in the skintight black jeans and elaborately hand-tooled red cowboy boots. The fitted leather jacket hung open over a T-shirt emblazoned with the fractured word HACKER .
    Ashley sniffed the arm of the jacket. “Leather, right? Because I’m allergic to latex and polyester.”
    “No vinyls were killed to make any part of that outfit. We’re talking sheepskin. Cotton. Wool. Well, maybe a little Lycra in the denim.”
    Ashley pulled at the crotch of the jeans. “I had to lie down to squeeze into them.” Then she twisted, straining to look over her shoulder and down her backside. “Wish there was a mirror in this place . . .” Her voice trailed off.
    Diana offered her the red newsboy cap.
    “Hang on.” Ashley rummaged in her purse and came up with a hair clip. She pulled back her long hair, formed it into a figure eight, and anchored it with the clip on top of her head. Then she put on the hat, setting it on her head at a jaunty angle. She zipped the jacket and turned up the collar.
    “You look great, Ash.”
    “Great pretty? Great sexy? Great . . . big?”
    “Great in a don’t-mess-with-me kind of way.”
    Ashley tugged the jacket smooth. “I can live with that.” She stood tall, her feet apart, arms folded over her chest. Wonder Woman. “Don’t mess with me.” She delivered the words with a snarl.
    “It all fits you so perfectly,” Diana said.
    “As if they were made to order. So, when I give them back, are you going to wear these clothes or what?”
    “Or what, what? Of course I’m going to wear them.”
    “I meant out . Otherwise, what’s the point?”
    “The point is . . .” Diana took a deep breath. Because if she barely left her own property, then what was the point of gorgeous hand-tooled boots and a butter-soft leather jacket?
    “I’m sorry,” Ashley said. “Forget it. I should mind my own business.” She slipped on the wraparound sunglasses. “These are perfect too. Where’d you get this outfit?”
    Diana jerked her thumb toward her office.
    “No. You found them online?”
    “In OtherWorld. And I didn’t find them. You draw what you want, then send them the design and your measurements, and they make the pieces to order.”
    Ashley’s mouth formed a perfect O as she looked down at her outfit, across to the door to Diana’s office, and back again. “This is the same outfit . . . ?”
    Diana nodded.
    “It’s much better in the flesh. You’ve got to show me how you do it.”
    Moments later they were sitting side by side in front of the computer. Diana scrolled through her inventory of OtherWorld places and transported Nadia to the unimaginatively named Main Street Mall. Sidewalks, trees, and storefronts, even a fire hydrant materialized around her avatar.
    “Put it up over there.” Ashley indicated the wall.
    Diana toggled a switch and the screen went blank. Main Street Mall came up on the wall across from them. Ashley sat forward, staring at the massive image, her elbows propped on the desk. She whooped when Diana pressed the up key and Nadia rose into the sky. She skimmed low across store roofs, over a pergola, a town green, landscape materializing around her as she