Chapters (78)
- Cover Page
- TITLE PAGE
- DEDICATION
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Mary
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- Joyce
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- Russ
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- Jaxson
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- HSK
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- HSK
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- Lyndsay
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- Grace
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- HSK
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- Wilkes
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- Dubois
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- Dubois
- Wilkes
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY DEAN KOONTZ
- PREVIEWS
- DIME STORE MAGIC
- INDUSTRIAL MAGIC
- HAUNTED
- BROKEN
- NO HUMANS INVOLVED
- COPYRIGHT
I kept smiling, though. Another minute of conversation, and the promise of a handful of signed photos for Gramps and the boys, and I was off again.
As I neared the dining room, a crisp British voice snapped, “Because it’s ridiculous, that’s why. Mr. Grady is a professional. He will not be subjected to mockery.”
Before I pushed open the door, I pictured the speaker: a stylish woman, roughly my age, dressed in a suit and oozing efficiency. I walked in, and there she was—short blond hair, thin lips, small and wiry, as if extra flesh would be a sign of softness she could ill afford. Icy green eyes glared from behind her tiny glasses. Personal assistant model A: the bulldog, designed to raise hell on her client’s behalf, leaving him free to play the gracious, good-natured star.
Facing her was a younger woman, maybe thirty, dumpy, with a shoulder-length bob and worried eyes. Director model C: the overwhelmed first-timer.
The homeowners had “redecorated” the dining room to accommodate the shoot, clearing out anything they didn’t want damaged. As for the dead guy hanging from the chandelier, I suspected he came with the house, and would be tough to remove without an exorcism or two.
The hanging man was maybe fifty, average size but with heavy jowls, as if he’d lost a lot of weight fast. He swayed from an old crystal chandelier, superimposed over the modern one. His face was mottled and swollen, eyes thankfully closed.
I eyed him from the doorway so I wouldn’t be tempted to stare once I was in the room. After thirty years of seeing ghosts, you learn all the tricks.
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A Bantam Book / July 2007
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