He built the Dream Cleaner. In the beginning, as the idea for the Dream Cleaner grew in him, he spent the days drawing up plans and collecting the ma...erials for it. But as the frequency of his gruesome nightmares increased, so had the intensity of them, leaving him drained and useless most of the time. Switching shifts, he tried to cope with the situation by working nights, snatching bits of sleep whenever he could during the day. He slept sitting up, in the corner of the room with his alarm. " Who is Benedict Cosgrove and what is he to you?" Susan asked."Well, I'll leave it to you to find out more about the man yourself. In fact, I've never spoken to him for more than thirty seconds at a time. All you need to know is that he's a private investor and that I want him to invest some of his not inconsiderable wealth in my East European enterprises. Just make sure he associates an evening of high culture with a high degree of satisfaction that even Franz Schubert doesn't normally. There was no real choice. Whoever Jean Adams was, her life would have to wait for another day.Back in my own dressing room, I grabbed for the clothes I had brought in and was about to leave when I spotted something. My shirttail was out. I wasn't positive, but I thought it had been tucked in when I went into the tunnel. Not only that, but my billfold had been in my pocket, now it was lying on the bench.It could have been that the changes I made to Jean's things caused changes in my world, but. He will make a quick stop for you and your friend. I do mean a quick stop. It's a stol so be at the Aster general aviation airport at noon. That is not the same as the Tryon International, the voice in my head informed me."Can do boss," I mumbled.I'm not your boss. I'm more like an old time telegraph operator, the voice suggested."Have you been watching classic TV shows again. Last time you thought you were Doc Holiday, if I remember correctly," I said with a smile in my voice.Don't be rude or.