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and your lady friend had nothing to do with it. He was murdered and dumped into my father's grave." |
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"In view of everything I have told you, how can you be so certain?" Armond asked. |
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"I told you, I was there." |
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The old man continued to sit in the chair, hands poised on his knees, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. Only his eyes continued to move. The images that he described seemed to be in his eyes. It was as if Charlie could verify everything the man said simply by looking into those bottomless pools. Again it was a protracted interval before he spoke. "Rest assured, Mr. Frazier, the hand of Jubell Caron can be found in all these incidents, no matter how bizarre or detached they may appear to you now." |
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There was a hollow bravado in Charlie's voice when he insisted that the old man give him some proof of his claims. "Coincidence," he shot back at the man. "We Americans have a saying: 'Prove it'." |
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"That isn't necessary, Mr. Frazier. I believe you already know these things of which I speak." |
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To emphasize his point, Charlie let go with a big, hearty but wholly contrived laugh. "Hey, old man, you're in over your head. We re right back where we started. Anyone could sit where you are and spin some hard to swallow |
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