Now, thinking of it, Burke could only sigh bleakly and shake his head.
Only that wasn't quite true, either. For his head wouldn't shake, and his sigh held neither sound nor breath.
How had it all come about, this nightmare? Where had it started, really?
With the Research Professor?
With The Girl?
With The Director?
But no. In his heart Burke knew that none of them held the answer.
Because the beginning lay farther back ... so much, much farther....
... All the way back to the old, dormer-windowed house amid the elms, and his childhood, and the Bowl of Minos.
The bowl....