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“It worked once, didn’t it, a couple years ago, when I hypnotized you, so you finally almost recalled a killer?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t nuts!”

“Who says?”

I shut my mouth, Crumley opened his

“Well,” he said, “what if we took Emily Sloane to church?”

“Hell!”

“Don’t ‘hell’ me We all heard about her charities every year for Our Lady’s on Sunset How she gave ao hundred silver crucifixes two Easters running Once a Catholic, always a Catholic”

“Even if she’s mad?”

“But she’d be aware Inside, behind her wall, she’d sense she was at mass and—talk”

“Rant, rave, maybe …”

“Maybe But she knows everything That’s why she went mad, so she couldn’t think or talk about it She’s the only one left, the others are dead, or hidden right in front of us, with their mouths shut for pay”

“And you think she’d feel enough, sense enough, know and remember? What if we drive her even more mad?”

“God, I don’t know It’s the last lead we have No one else will own up You get half a story from Constance, another fourth frosaw, and Eht the candles and incense Sound the altar bell Maybe she’ll wake after seven thousand days and talk”

Cru slowly and heavily Then he leaned forward and said:

“Now, do we get her out?”