NineMadison Bouvier turns off the tape recorder, exhales deeply through his teeth, and shakes his head. His heart is about to beat out of his chest, and the voice in his head is screaming: Everything is about to blow. This can't be happening. What the hell was Schmidt thinking! But he works hard to maintain a calm demeanor. “Unbelievable. Sinister, is barely an adequate description, if it's in the least true.”
“I'd like to believe it's a complete fabrication,” Michael says. “But how did he know about Dominique and Paradise Springs? It's been more than six years since it happened.”
“Well, that was Gerhardt Schmidt's business. He was a private detective, according to the license in his wallet. Could have easily found out that type of thing, if he was so inclined, and obviously he was.”
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