His answer was a slap from Dr.His answer was a slap from Dr. van Damme that rocked his still woozy head. "I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head. The story your associates will put out is this; as a result of your notorious womanizing, you have contracted AIDS. You have secreted yourself at a private clinic outside the United States to undergo experimental therapy, much as a famous actor did not to long ago. Eventually you will succumb to your illness and your remains will be cremated. After that, it won't be long before the world forgets that Joseph Watson ever existed." "How could this be happening to me?" Joe wondered. "Who put you up to this?" He demanded to know. "The answer, Mr. Watson, is that you did. The way you treated your ex- wife, and the way you've treated women all your life, caught my attention. That, and the fact that you were vulnerable." "That goddamned bitch Gloria. Figure her to get mixed up in something like this." Joe thought for a minute. "What do you mean vulnerable?" "You were such a disagreeable person that no one cared for you. We were able to influence every individual who might be concerned over your absence. They all sold you out. You were a failure as a person Mr. Watson. That and your miserly penny pinching did you in." "What are you talking about?" "You were too cheap to keep a good law firm on retainer. I'm sure if you had, that they would have advised you to change your will immediately after your divorce. As it was, you didn't, and have created all manner of potential difficulties for yourself. Such as the one you're in right now." "Let me go. Look, whatever she's paying you I'll double it, no wait..., I'll triple it." "Lets understand one thing Mr. Watson. Your wife didn't put us up to this. We put her up to it." "So what's going to happen?" "When you die, your wife will become executrix and administrate of your estate, at least until your son becomes twenty-one. |