For a fat fee, Z dresses as a chicken and harasses lawyers until they respond to her employers' unreturned phone calls. She can't remember ever doing anything else. Indeed, she can't remember anything that happened more than four months ago. That isn't a problem until a mysterious Mr. Wilson starts using increasingly gruesome threats to compel her to kill Abbey Cotton, the blonde liberal-basher who has become an embarrassment to Wilson's right-wing movement. Though Z discovers that she has a wide range of assassin's skills (which she cannot remember acquiring), she refuses Wilson's offer and becomes a hunted woman as well as a haunted one. Are her recurring daydream images ill-defined snippets of memory or something far worse? As Wilson's men close in, can she find a way to recover her past, kill and discredit Wilson, and find romance? Or is she to chicken to carry it through?
A must read for anyone who wants to understand the true hidden menace of international terror, to read a darn good thriller or to have a couple of hundred mean-spirited belly laughs. Not for the illiterate or those who cannot afford the cover price.
