It had never even occurred to me to sue him. I’m prepared to testify that a long-time drug user like you would know that.” You could’ve given me a stroke by shooting me up in the neck. And believe me, I’ve got my countersuit all planned out. I’ve got less than five thousand dollars in the bank. I attempted to look even more like I currently did. I was coasting on the sweet spot of my Auracel and I didn’t feel the immediate need to tell Burke that I had no idea what he was talking about, so I stared at him instead. I checked that phrase against the known phrases in my admittedly limited catalog of things-I-knew-about, and came up blank. You’re here to gloat over how you’ll nail me with your civil suit.” Roger Burke nailed me with the world’s smuggest grin, and when I didn’t accommodate him by being lured into some sort of argument, he added, “I’d just like to see you try.” Someone's gone through a lot of trouble to bury the past. Vic discovered that none of the people he remembers from Camp Hell can be found online, and there’s no mention of Heliotrope Station itself, either. Victor Bayne honed his dubious psychic skills at one of the first psych training facilities in the country, Heliotrope Station, otherwise known as Camp Hell to the psychics who've been guests behind its razorwire fence. Length: Novel - 97,000 words - 292 page PDFĬover artist: Jordan Castillo Price - see larger coverĪmazon - Smashwords (many file types) - iTunes Summaryĭon't miss the riveting fifth chapter in the Ps圜op saga, Camp Hell.
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