Page 19 of Night Show

They stared down into the water.

  Tony was there, hands still lashed to the patio chair, staring up at them from the bottom of the pool. Ingrid was there beside him, face down. One of her arms was stretched out, though Dani was sure they’d been at her sides when she threw the mannequin into the pool.

  The hand of the reaching arm, probably urged by the currents of the filtering system, had found its way to Tony’s throat.

  ‘Let’s go back inside,’ Jack whispered.

  They turned away, holding hands tightly, and walked toward the house.

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  ‘HI MOM? . . . Yes, it’s me . . . Sure, I’m fine . . . I flew to Chicago . . . Yes, I’m coming home. I realised I was just being silly, running off like that. I mean, what are the chances the killer’d come after me? Yes, I love you, too. Give my love to Dad and Bob . . . I’ll see you tomorrow.’

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  About the Author

  Also by Richard Laymon

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

 


 

  Richard Laymon, Night Show

 


 

 
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