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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Formula for Fear by Arthur Leo Zagat is a pulse-pounding thriller that combines suspense with scientific intrigue. When a groundbreaking chemical formula is stolen, it unleashes a wave of terror that grips the city. The formula, capable of inducing overwhelming fear in its victims, becomes a weapon of psychological warfare in the wrong hands. As the clock ticks, a brilliant but troubled scientist teams up with a determined detective to track down the formula's thief and prevent a catastrophe. Each step closer to the truth reveals a darker conspiracy, leading to a high-stakes confrontation where fear itself becomes the ultimate adversary. Can they stop the formula's terrifying power from causing chaos, or will they succumb to the very fear they seek to conquer?
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Formula for Fear
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For more years than he cared to remember, Doc Turner, the druggist, had battled slinking crime on Morris Street—the crime which preys on the hopeless poor. But it took a fat witch and her crippled, halfwit son to teach him a ghastly—formula for fear!
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THE "El" trestle cast its flat and heavy shadow on the debris strewn gutter. The sidewalk in front of the old pharmacy on Morris Street was filmed with an oil grime to which clung the odor of the slums; an invisible miasma of decayed pushcart refuse, of unwashed feet and toil-sweaty bodies, of the diseases that breed where there is too little sun—and too little food.
Furtive beneath these, wan and secret as toadstools under dank forest greenery, lay the fusty smell of those slinking crimes with which poverty seeks to assuage its gnawing, hopeless hunger.
For more dreary years than he cared to recall, Andrew Turner had breathed that stench, and fruitlessly, had striven to dissipate it. But, white-haired and stooped and fragile in the doorway of his drugstore, it was not now present to his consciousness. His eyes of faded blue peered eagerly into the tunnel like gloom of the bustling avenue, and under his bushy, nicotine stained mustache a faint smile of anticipation softened the thin austerity of his pale lips.
There they came, the two for whom he was waiting. They brought a burst of sunshine into the murk, a breath of life's springtime "Doc" Turner had thought never to know again. Ann Fawley, granddaughter of his lost love, was slim, and petite and elfin faced—to match his nostalgic memory of the time when Morris Street was an elm shaded suburban thoroughfare and he and the world were young. At her side, Daphne Papolos skipped, the little orphaned girl for whom childhood's crowded, happy days had already obliterated recollection of the tragedy that had made her Ann's ward, the nightmare of torture and murder from which the aged pharmacist had rescued her.
THEY crossed the street. Daphne plunged away from the older girl. Her schoolbag swinging, her black hair streaming back from a pinched, white face, she darted across the pavement and into the old man's arms.
"Gran'pa Turner!" she bubbled. "I got 'A' on my report card. I'm goin' to be on the honor roll."
"Isn't that wonderful?" Ann's lilting, sweet voice sparkled with pride. "Miss Raynor told me in the teacher's room today that Daphne's improvement has been remarkable. Her arithmetic especially is..."
