SEATED BEHIND THE STEERING wheel of his own car, a green Taurus sedan, Farnsworth smiled as he saw Bernhardt lock his rental car and begin angling across Sycamore toward the house where he’d find Kane. Did Bernhardt realize how easily he’d fallen into the trap? It was as if Farnsworth were the director and Bernhardt, Kane, and even Daniels were the actors. A gesture from the director, and they went where they’d been told to go, did what they’d been told to do.
Until, when the last scene was played and the floodlights were shut down, he would pick up his prize, and smile, and walk away—and disappear.