Chapter 4: Hypnosis
They brought Horst out to me. He looked somewhat dazed and sullen. It made me feel a bit wretched to see this man, whom I had first encountered as a sunny, benign person, brought to this state. But I hoisted a smile when he came up to me.
“Hi,” I said. He didn’t reply at first, but looked me up and down with dislike.
“They say you’re a private eye—a private investigator. Is that true?”
With a shrug, I got out my P.I. licence and showed it to him. He nodded, but said nothing else.
“So, I’m being released into your custody?”
“Well, you haven’t been arrested—so no.”
“But you’re coming back with me, is that right?”
I sighed. “Why don’t we get out of here? Then we can talk about it.”
He considered, then nodded.
In the car Horst was stonily silent. I pulled into a p
