Chapter 11

On the top of the box lay conspicuously a note bearing oversized characters that abruptly assaulted his vision. [Nadine's Criminal Evidence]! Enzo's auditory senses momentarily failed him. With tremulous hands, he extracted each artifact from the container. His countenance darkened progressively with each revelation! Slater Residence. Nadine, drowsing in solar embrace, was roused abruptly by strident telephonic summons. Her brow furrowed behind half-shuttered lids as she answered sans consulting the caller identification. 'Identify yourself.' Venomous tones immediately pierced the receiver: 'Has ascension to Mrs. Slater erased my existence from your memory?' Nadine's grip constricted about the device. 'Forget? Oblivion proves impossible.' 'Most inept assassin in my experience. Considerable remuneration yielded not even successful termination.' 'Self-annihilation would be preferable to such incompetence.' ... As verbal combat ensued, a silhouette materialized soundlessly behind the gla