They let me out of rehab in time to go back to work at our jobs in Texas. A few things had changed in our lives. For one thing, Skip did such a good job ‘cleaning up’ after the case that there was no proof left concerning much of what happened to me. Since there were no drug dealers, there was no attack on me either at the river or before my heart attack. The police told Betty I had hallucinated the whole thing and that she should put me into some kind of treatment program. Betty now claimed she never met Skip Cavanaugh. Bob Johnson said the unit behind our condo was never occupied. It appeared that the only people who believed my story were the bible thumping home schoolers. Maybe they should be in treatment, too.
Betty thought maybe I had been working too hard and lost my grip on reali
