He rose from his chair, trying to work the kinks out of his shoulders. Marty Wilhelm. To meet the expense of buildingtemples and casting images, men of substance in the provinces wereurged to mak There are no witnesses, no clues-only a note,cleverly taunting, casually cruel.
Mitch stared at the note the kidnapper had slipped into the back of thebook. Every other office in the building was empty at this time of night. Across the lake, lights winked on. Would you care to look me in the eye when you say that? Are you calling me a liar? The sheriff didn't wait long enough for ananswer.
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