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psychotic apprehension? What was happening to him? Was it the fall? Sure, that was it, the fall; no man could fall three stories without being disoriented. It's a wonder, he thought to himself, that my brains weren't scrambled a helluva lot more than they are. No wonder I'm confused. But I'm not confused enough to let that old man snow me about Kristen. It's a trick of some kind. You know she's dead. Make him tell you what he did with the body; then his whole story crumbles. This clown hid Kristen's body and he's trying to scare you into believing you have to go back and settle up with that Newfie bitch. No way! |
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Charlie wheeled around and confronted Armond. "You haven't proved a goddamn thing, old man, except that you can hide a body and clean up an apartment. What's she paying you? Whatever it is, I'll double it, triple itwhatever it takes." |
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Armond sighed. "I'm afraid you still don't understand, Mr. Frazier, This has nothing to do with money. There simply is no longer a Kristen Masters. My mistress sends you this sign. If she chooses, something simply ceases to exist. Such is her power." |
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Charlie stared at Armond in bewilderment, then was confronted with the most terrifying realization of all; it had nothing to do with the |
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