Chapter 23: Ghosts and Barbed WireTime was mocking him. John had tried to work for hours, but each time he looked at the clock, the hand had only moved a couple of minutes. He closed his project and started pacing the room. The ladder-like staircase was still there, a board blocking the hole in the ceiling. He could open it up. There was a perfectly usable room up there. Maybe it was time.
John had wanted as small a place as possible. He’d wanted to be able to see all of it and not have to worry about what might be lurking in the shadows. Nothing was; his ghost was dead. John had seen it. Chained to the bed when the policemen had entered, he’d seen the bullet hit. Gregor’s body had convulsed at the impact before dropping to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
John stopped in th
