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ment of structures that seemed to cower in its presence. |
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Frazier studied the house for a moment and shut the engine off. What the hell, he had come this far. It would be as foolhardy to turn back now as it was to undertake the whole venture in the first place. He took a deep breath, opened his door and stepped out into the icy blot of the storm. |
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A small sign, carefully lettered in classic Olde English script on a weathered and ice-covered board, was affixed to the gate of the broken picket fence. It said simply, "JUBELL CARONCONSULTATIONS." In light of what Goldstein had told him about the lady's powers, he had expected something a little more melodramatic. A thin, slightly sardonic smile played with the corners of his mouth. |
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His second surprise was the sidewalk. Despite the intensity of the snowstorm, the ribbon of flagstones leading up to the great porch was swept clean. He pulled his collar up, braced himself, walked up on the porch and knocked. |
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In his mind, and again considering what he had been told by the two people who actually purported to have contracted business with the woman, Charlie Frazier was prepared for just about anythinganything, that is, except for what occurred next. |
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