Without staggering, Reich slammed the door across the path from his mind to Breen and then lurched down the corridor toward his own suite. A wave of savage hatred burst over him. " He’s right. It’s D’Courtney who’s giving me the screams. Not because I’m afraid of him. I’m afraid of myself. Known all along. Known it deep down inside. Known that once I faced it I’d have to kill that D’Courtney bastard. It’s no face because it’s the face of murder."