 My mind was starting to play tricks. Starting to tie my insides up in a hundred little knots. Suppose Bolster got here early. Suppose he got here before ten and no Joe. I got up in a panic. My shirt was soaked wet to my back. I could run, yeah. I could get away while it was still time. But then Bolster would really know something was wrong. Maybe he wasn't gonna kill me. Maybe he was just coming for his money. I had to get rid of the hysteria. Had to get a hold of myself. No use playing guessing games. I opened the door.