“I could see the sheets covered in a feminine scrawl.He knit his hands over his belly and set his eyes on me. They were tearless, of course. And pitiless.“So, now that you have heard her last words, you, the last to see her alive, now that you’ve received this message from beyond the grave, a letter delivered by the dead hand of another, begging for our help, now, Kornberg, what say you?”His gaze bore down on me like Moses on the Mountain. My phone buzzed relentlessly. Milo 911. Perhaps I was ou...t of beer or there was a Cheech & Chong marathon on TV. My friends were right. I had to seize control of my fate from everyone, including them. And him. And her. And her. Losing my wife, I had begun to lose my mind, letting Mona invade my dreams, and my dreams invade my life: madness lay ahead. Look at Lonsky, thumping his desk with a paw.“Well, have you fallen mute or have you something to say?”“Yes, sir,” I said, with a smile of relief.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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