The Jigsaw Man: A Novel of Suspense
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Homeless Michael Fox is about to commit suicide when a mysterious billionaire surgeon stops him and offers him two million dollars...for his right arm. But Fox's arm is only the beginning, as the surgeon continues his mad experiments, removing parts of Fox's body bit by bit and reassembling him from other parts. And Fox isn't the only one the doctor is experimenting on.
we followed him around the corner, what lay ahead made me gasp out loud and forget all about any lingering doubts I may have been harboring. The featureless concrete hallway opened up into a lavishly decorated four-story, glass-roofed atrium. A highly polished emerald-green marble floor spread out across the grand expanse of a room measuring seventy-five feet across, and what had to be damn near sixty feet high. To our left was a long cherrywood reception desk, a stunning depiction of a flock of
creepy. Bizarre is probably too strong of a word. Strange, maybe? Yeah, I like that better. It was so damn strange to see a foot, cut off just above the ankle, rhythmically tapping its toes to some unheard beat. The most amazing thing by far—and if I’d seen it anywhere else I’d have laughed and sworn it was faked— was a human head severed below the chin, with its spinal column still attached but openly exposed in a glass chamber filled with some milky amber-colored fluid. It was the head of a
that appealing to me, but when you’ve been on the street as long as I have, you learn never to pass up a free meal. “Sure thing,” I said, and followed the rest of the gang up the wheelchair ramp and out the door. CHAPTER TEN Seeing as my normal definition of fine dining included a WHOPPER® and fries from Burger King, when Dr. Marshall had mentioned “a spot of lunch,” I’d been expecting a bowl of soup or maybe a peanut butter and jam sandwich. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the waiter—a thin
obvious? It terrified me that this muscle head had been following me around without me having the slightest clue, but it also pissed me off at the same time. What right did he have to talk to me like that? I’d kill myself if I damn well pleased—thank you very much. To hell with this clown if he didn’t approve. Let him try to survive on the street like I had. Take away his fancy car and expensive clothes and he probably wouldn’t last six months. “Suicide’s not the answer?” I asked sarcastically.
percent sure he was—he was going to get what was coming to him, whether I was standing there to see it happen or not. Sure, I’d have loved to see the look on his face knowing I’d gotten the last laugh on the rich psycho, but knowing without a doubt he was going to die along with his cruel staff members and his unethical medical secrets was good enough for me. As soon as I opened the door leading into the front stairwell I heard voices. Two people, their voices muffled, neither one sounding