I was pretty sure doubles hadn't been used in the film, though. I knew Vance and Arden. It was them.
I kept worrying at it all the way to Renn's house party. I came up with one more idea—one I liked. Arden Montgomery was the only one in the film that escaped. If those scenes were real, she'd have scars on her legs the rest of her life. They'd be too severe to disguise completely. Arden and I had once been what they call "good friends," and tonight I would find a chance to give her legs a good, thorough lookover.
Renn met me at the door in person. On the front of his phony grin, and in the back of his mind was the possibility he might get me away from Myron. The grin didn't change the fact that Kettering has eyes like dry ice, and that the true lines of his face are about as jovial as a shock trooper's.
"Greetings, Gabe!" I chortled.
"Greetings, Gabe!"
I was about to shake hands when I yelled and jumped back about ten feet. Just behind Renn was a snarling tawny.
Renn laughed. "Little watchdog I brought back. He's a runt, you'll notice. Only about five feet high. Weighs about fifteen hundred pounds. He keeps prowlers off the grounds at night—so many people are curious these days. But don't worry, he can't get at you."
The runt was tied with steel cables about two inches thick. He was giving the cables a hard time.
"Come on in," laughed Kettering. "Those cables would hold an elephant."