CHAPTER 23February 24
Saturday, 3:10 p.m.
Frank lay on the soft, ornate bed, unable to sleep. He kept thinking about Mr. Russell, the creator of an important industry, acutely intelligent, forceful in his way, economically powerful, who was now reduced to a state of infancy. It was almost impossible to believe, but Frank couldn’t erase the image of Mr. Russell slumped in a wheelchair with his mind of seventy years wiped clean.
And there was Ahmet. At any moment, Frank expected Ahmet to come tearing into the room and start the process of beating him to a pulp. He couldn’t let them use their anti-memory drug on Mrs. Rawlson. He would have to tell them about the major and Corey. They, at least, had a chance to fight back. But, if the major had done what she was supposed to do, something sh
