I only hope the psychologists called this one correctly, or she will soon go to a long-term rehab facility.”As if planned, they wheeled the girl int... the therapy room. I was off to the side, so I got to hear her complaining about how they needed to put a sheet on the wheelchair, or at least let her wear panties. Her gowns always ended up with her bare butt on the chair. She was going right into how unsanitary it was when she caught sight of me. Oddly, I saw her face change in surprise. She shut. .. I was feeling like an overloaded plane in a turbulent sky, wishing that I’d plummet, crash into sleep.Our building sat on the same area as the prison. I was levitating over their cells, levitating over their graveyard. I was thinking of the men, crammed into the dingy rooms, imagining the torture they’d endured. The convicts in chains, counting the hours until they were brought out to the guns. Mosquitoes feasting on their flesh. I sensed a vestigial energy, spirits in the air.Tired of. Was it a trap? Did her violent ape-like husband know about her lusty affair with the adult bookstore owner and his daughter?It smelled suspiciously like some sort of trap to Velma. But if it were true, then Velma's hot lust would be on easy street.Because she'd catch Buzz in the act with Sylvia and this unknown woman. With that kind of leverage, Velma would end up having sex with her gorgeous daughter, too. It sounded just too good to be true. It just had to be some sort of cunning trap on her. .. We would certainly not wish to share you with anyone else."Then he signaled his guard. and spoke the order."Kill her."An audible gasp broke the silence... the sudden intake of many breaths... the harper lost his grip on his instrument and the harp fell to the stone floor with a loud crash of reverberating strings and splintering wood. And in the moment's distraction Elsbeth spun and bolted for the door as swift as a pretty little vixen fleeing a pack of hounds. She nearly made it through.