Chapter Eleven
By the time Kathy was back in her room at Gruber’s estate, all the effects of the drugs and hypnotic state had worn off. Mrs. Foster instructed her to shower and get ready for bed. “I’ll be back in an hour to tuck you in,” she said with a grim little smile.
All that Kathy had been told by Carmelita and all that she had seen just before their departure terrified her. There was a segment time between meeting the pretty girl from Columbia and her dismissal that Kathy couldn’t recall. A scene drifted in and out of her mind like a half remembered dream. She was on her hands and knees, crawling. She dismissed it and showered. She chose a white cotton nightgown from the closet and stretched out on the bed, waiting fearfully for Mrs. Foster’s key in the lock.
She entered. Behin
