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"Yes, who is this?" John said over the phone. "Is my wife there?"

"In a sense, I guess." Mr. Rhett said with a smile on his face. "Though no in the sense you mean."

"What the is that, a riddle, Mr. Rhett? Please, is my wife there or not?"

"I had plans for your wife. See, that scientist that we 'rescued' all those years ago?"

"Yeah, I remember. God, I wish I didn't... why are you bringing that up?" John said, sounding shaken.

"Well, my company hired him and he's been very useful. Very, very useful indeed. See, we gave him money and time and he delivered."

"Oh god." John said. "This involves Sandy."

"If you want to see your wife, you can visit me tonight in the office. Everything below my head is hers, the rest I can leave for you to guess at. Very pleasing, her body. I wonder, when a man..."

"Enough!" John screamed into the phone. "God damn you! Why her?"

"I've seen how you look at her, the way your eyes go over her body. The same reason you do that is the same reason I wanted her body. Anyway, I really must go, but if you're in town tonight, do look me up. It is a view you will never forget, I think."