CHAPTER THREE
“It was absolutely horrible, Steve!” Jana wept as they sat in the small but cozy living room of her loft apartment on Prince Street, right down the hall from his. “I’ll never forget the sight of it. The screams and cries will be with me for as long as I live!”
“What did you see?” he wondered. She had been wiped out on tranquilizers since her return from the hospital, and it was the next evening before she phoned and asked him to come over. He saw she had been crying, and he guessed that she had probably loaded up on sedatives to help calm her nerves from the incident as well as the coke withdrawal.
“It was a dog, but much larger,” she wiped her reddened eyes with a kerchief. “It was even larger than a wolf. I know how things get mixed up and people’s minds play tricks on t
