Three Complete Novels (Psycho, Psycho II, and Psycho House)

  Dick Reno was no Engstrom, that’s for sure, but she already knew what she could get out of him. And if she hung in here for another couple of days she’d probably accept it, out of sheer boredom. So scrub him too; the last thing Amy needed right now was to get tangled up with a small-town deputy and his problems. The book was still going to be about the Bates case and had nothing to do with hang-ups over ex-wives or the custody of eleven-year-old sons. You’re a nice guy, Dick Reno, but right now I’ve got no time for hitting or getting hit on; go cry in your own beer, not mine.

  Still, Amy knew that in a way she owed him after what he’d told her over dinner about Otto Remsbach’s future plans. These would be very much a part of the story and Remsbach himself had dropped hints about them last night, but only hints. Amy was sure there was more if she could only pry it out of him.

  But when? That was the question. Even if she hadn’t made an appointment with Steiner that tied her up during part of the afternoon, it was a good bet Remsbach would be tied up himself all day and all night in preparation for his Grand Opening the following morning.

  Which left her with no alternative except to wait until after the Opening. And it was strange how her thinking had changed about that.

  When she arrived, attending the event had been a top priority, but now she no longer felt any commitment. Amy wondered why; was it the result of the hostility she felt directed toward her in town here, at the Country Club, or the memorial services today? If so, appearing at the Grand Opening would b