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sion. "Miss Masters?" he repeated. |
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"Don't play games with me, old man," Charlie shouted, "you know damn well what I'm talking about. Kristen Masters, where is she? What did you do with the body?" |
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"I'm afraid, Mr. Frazier, that the woman you speak of does not exist." |
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"What do you mean, doesn't exist? Of course she exists. She owns this place. Her picture has been on the front page of every damn newspaper in this country for the last few months." |
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Raymond's raspy voice had somehow taken on the tone of someone tolerating the impertinence of an unruly child. "Believe me, Mr. Frazier, there is no one called Kristen Masters." |
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Charlie began searching the room, opening doors and closing them, looking behind furniture and then finally back at the old man. "What the hell did you do with the body?" |
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Raymond Armond turned his attention back to the water. "You wanted proof, Mr. Frazier. You wanted proof of the Caron power. Now you have it." |
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For the next several minutes, Charlie stood stupified in the middle of Kristen's apartment, struggling with the schizophrenic kaleidoscope of his nightmare. Was any of this possible? Was this some kind of feeble-minded |
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