Altered Egos — Kenneth Girard

The audience thought it was only an act -- a dirty-mouthed dummy spewing vile insults while the ventriloquist rolled her innocent baby blues. Nobody believed that Plato could be more than a rag, a stick, a hank of hair. But inside his little wooden body lurked a wicked soul -- a demonic force seething with untold rage that would soon emerge and release its venom on the unsuspecting woman whose violent death had been arranged long ago. Now he just needed a fall guy -- even a female would do. Plato didn't have any sexual hangups. After all, he wasn't a real person -- or was he?