Voodoo In HaitiChapter 6
Rain drummed against the black windows, one of those brief but violent tropical rains which--while they last--seem to be the gloomy prelude to some biblical flood. The heavy drops had been pounding relentlessly for quite some time now when Alice woke up, bathed in sweat, an expression of anguish on her lovely face. She sat up in the huge bed and even before reaching with her hand in the darkness for the familiar presence of her husband, she knew that Richard was not there. He had been away...