‘So on the fourth day after the order, on a warm summer evening in July, it was done. The last stragglers had disappeared and the Los Angeles
Area was deserted, very dark and very silent. Not until then did the non-conformists, one by. one, begin to creep out of their holes.’

“Me too,” Greata said, and sat down at the table as Lucas placed a rather lop-sided sandwich in front of her and turned to the stove for the silex, she continued, “You know, don’t you, that we’re all psychos or near-psychos? With the possible exception of you. I can’t find a likely hole in which to peg you … There is one- isn’t there?”

The Editor’s View This is a suspense-murder story, a boy-meets-girl story, an escape-from-the- present story-but a great story, every bit of it .. . Let’s see, if I was in Los Angeles and it happened-I’d first go . . .