CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As far as the police were concerned, the case of Dr. Wayne Ames was a closed affair.
But it was anything but closed as far as Carol was concerned. In the days and nights that immediately followed the tragedy, Carol's memory recounted every lurid detail of the incident.
Several times she awakened early in the morning in a cold sweat, shrieking as she ob served herself wielding the surgical knife in her nightmare. She could see Wayne standing there, moving toward her menacingly. Then suddenly she would thrust out, landing the knife instinctively into him. She would observe his eyes rolling. Then his face would turn suddenly pale as she observed him fall in a heap to the floor.
On one occasion the nightmare was so vivid that her whole body was trembling helplessly.
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