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Chapter 1
Iadmititisquiteagentleforce,butitisfrightening."
Aslongasyoukeepyourword,I’llkeepmine,Isaid.Ihadgonered,ofcourse.
"ButI’venotgivenyoumywordnottotryandescape,haveI?"
Allyouliveforisthedayyouseethelastofme,Isaid.I’mjustanobodystill,aren’tI?
Sheturnedhalfaway."Iwanttoseethelastofthishouse.Notofyou."
Andmad,Isaid.DoyouthinkamadmanwouldhavetreatedyouthewayIhave?I’lltellyouwhatamadmanwouldhavedone.He’dhavekilledyoubynow.LikethatfellowChristie,IsupposeyouthinkI’mgoingforyouwithacarving-knifeorsomething.(Iwasreallyfedupwithherthatday.)Howdaftcanyouget?Allright,youthinkI’mnotnormalkeepingyouherelikethis.PerhapsI’mnot.ButIcantellyouthere’dbeabloominglotmoreofthisifmorepeoplehadthemoneyandthetimetodoit.Anywaythere’smoreofitnowthananyoneknows.Thepoliceknow,Isaid,thefiguresaresobigtheydon’tdaresaythem.
Shewasstaringatme.Itwaslikewewerecompletestrangers.Imusthavelookedfunny,itwasthemostI’deversaid.
"Don’tlooklikethat,"shesaid."WhatIfearinyouissomethingyoudon’tknowisinyou."
What,Iasked.Iwasstillangry.
"Idon’tknow.It’slurkingsomewhereaboutinthishouse,thisroom,thissituation,waitingtospring.Inawaywe’reonthesamesideagainstit."
That’sjusttalk.
"Weallwantthingswecan’thave.
