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or went along with Kendall's plan intact. And at this point, I had the uneasy feeling that there was a better way than the one Kendall had proposed. |
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"I need one more shot at him," I repeated. |
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Madden managed to somehow slouch down even deeper in the overtaxed little chair. It was protesting its burden. He shoved his hat back, folded his hands in front of him and shoved his legs out in front of him. "I don't have the slightest idea what the hell you're talkin' about," he muttered. |
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"I've already filled you in on what I think is happening here in Chambers Baythat it's a continuation of a strange string of atrocities that have been happening every eleven years since 1943 and maybe even further back in time than that." |
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"That's what you told me," Jake grunted. He didn't say he was buying any of it. He simply acknowledged that it was, in fact, what I had told him. "Listen, Researcher, even you have to admit that whole yarn of yours sounds pretty far-fetched." |
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"If you think that's far-fetched, you may not want to hear the rest of my theory." |
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"Try me. I can always quit listenin'." |
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I sucked up my breath, finished off the Scotch and embarked. Jake was right. It was the first time I had heard it out loud, and it sounded pretty ludicrous, maybe even impossible, and definitely off the wall. But |
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