So as bad as #4 was, there were a couple of new things in it that I thought were neat ideas. So I spliced 3 and 4 to create 5, which is why 4, as horrid as it is, was important to do, even it it was worse than where I started.
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The last thing Swan Shreve needs is a crazy old lady with a gun. It's been 15 years since the last time she saw Mrs. Hamel and now the old bat turns up out of nowhere, announces she's actually a spy for a top secret governmental secretarial pool, and says she needs Swan's help. Even if it were real, Swan isn't interested. She got her Ph.D. in English six months ago and has been feeling like a loser standing small ever since she got a job as a secretary to an upper level engineer at a weapons company and all her friends landed tenure tracks teaching Aphra Behn to sleeping freshmen. But the Strategic Secretarial Services (SSS) is real and when a coworker is murdered, Swan needs all Mrs. Hamel's help and her guns to stay alive.
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