"I know I didn't tell you a thing about the Back Number Store. I'm starting to think I'm not crazy at all. You—you're trying to do something to me. You're all in it together."
Sergeant shook his head sadly.
I realized how it all sounded.
"Good—GOD!" I moaned.
I put my hands to my face and I felt the vein over my left eye swelling, pulsing.
Through the bars of my fingers I saw Sergeant motion me down with one eloquent hand. I took my hands away—I didn't like looking through bars—and sat down.
"Now," Sergeant said, steepling his fingers, "I know of a completely nice place in the country. Of course, if you respond properly...."
Those hands of his.
There was something about them that wasn't so. They might have been the hands of a corpse, or a doll....
I lurched across the desk and grabbed his wrist.