A successful career wouldn't matter if he went to prison for murder. Or if one day Edward took over his—their—body and he himself never came back. Both possibilities were equally terrifying. He'd gotten Wayne Palmer's home and work addresses by calling Patsy at Executive Styles. She was reluctant to tell him and warned him that Wayne was big and could be mean. But she finally relented when he reiterated how much he needed to find out what happened to Kay. Ironic, he thought, that Patsy was concerned about his safety when he might be a murderer. Palmer's Paint and Body Shop sat between an adult book store and a vacant lot in a seedy section of town. The sound of a grinder and the acrid smells of paint and other chemicals greeted him as he walked into the place. A man in torn blue jeans, sweat stained tee shirt and safety goggles looked up from sanding a large chalky-looking repair on the fender of an older model sedan.
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