![]() ![]() Susan said, “You asked me how I know when he’s been here, were things out of order, the smell of his cologne on the air, anything like that.” The handles of the scissors were coated in black rubber to provide a sure grip. Among other things, it contained the pair of scissors that she had not been able to touch earlier, when she had wanted to cut the strapping tape. All right, I know, he doesn’t have a key, and the doors and windows are all locked, there’s no way in, but it’s got to be him.” Martie opened one of the drawers near the telephone. “What is?” “ I’m not paranoid, Martie.” “I know you’re not.” “He does come here sometimes, you know, sometimes at night when I’m sleeping.” “Eric.” “It must be him. ![]() “This is a little embarrassing,” Susan said. Instruments of death were scattered throughout the house, and she needed to find them all, dispose of every last one. And dangerous items, potential weapons, were in other rooms, as well. So many kitchen drawers and cupboards had not yet been searched. What’s up?” Martie wanted to get off the phone. Hey, what’s up?” “ Are you all right, Martie?” “Yeah, sure.” “You sound funny.” “ I’m okay.” “You sound out of breath.” “I was just doing some heavy lifting.” “Something is wrong.” “Nothing is wrong. ![]()
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