CHAPTER 12
Maschen sat down hard in the chair behind him, letting the concept sink into his brain. Wesley Stoneham, the murderer. The thought was intriguing; he did not like the big attorney at all. The man was certainly capable of murder, with that huge, muscular body and hair-trigger temper. But Stoneham was a respected citizen, and a powerful one. Before taking any irresponsible—and irreversible—actions, Maschen had better be sure of what he was doing.
“You could still be lying,” he said, and his voice sounded hoarse even to himself. “Just because you have ESP doesn’t necessarily make you any more truthful than anyone else. Or maybe your spaceman friend is lying.”
“Why should he do that?” Debby protested.
“Maybe it’s all part of a plot to take over the world!” Maschen exploded. Then
