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“So, you sent those four idiots to sell them,” said Ian.
“I told them to get rid of them. Not sell them,” she said calmly.
“You’re a stone-cold bitch, aren’t you?” said Ghost.
“I wonder if you’d be calling me that if I were a man,” she frowned.
“No, ma’am. I’d be beating the shit out of you if you were a man,” said Gaspar. “Unfortunately for me, fortunate for you, my mama doesn’t allow me to beat women.”
“What a nice mother,” she said, taking a seat behind the desk.
“Keep your hands where I can see them,” said Ian. He slowly walked toward the desk, turning her chair and shoving it backward with his booted foot. Opening the lap drawer, he pulled out a small pistol and three filled syringes.
“I wonder what those are,” said Gaspar. “Maybe we should inject her and see.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” said Nine. “You were more than willing to inject those puppies, torture them, throw them in the water while still in their cages.”
“Please, why all the fuss about animals. Do you know how many stray dogs are wandering the streets right now? Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Shelters are overwhelmed and can’t keep up. I’m doing them a favor.”
“Not all your dogs were shelter dogs, Dr. Marks. You intentionally bred these puppies to perform experiments on them. Self-serving experiments if we’re right.”
She stared at the men, shaking her head.
“Who are you?”
“None of your business,” said Nine. “You’re going to prison.”
“Me? No. I’ve done too much good in this world. I’m a recognized researcher and scientist. I help to cure the world of their ailments. I might get a slap on the wrist for the puppies, but I won’t do any time.”
“Good in this world? Like killing your business partners?” asked Ian. She squirmed slightly in her seat, still glaring at the men. “We’re better at what we do than you are, Dr. Marks. You won’t be winning that Nobel that you so desperately desire.”
“You won’t be going to any police stations, Dr. Marks,” said Nine. Ian gripped her shoulders as Gaspar picked up the three syringes.
“Curious. What’s in these?” asked Gaspar.
“You’re only going to help me,” she said. “It’s my formulation to help with my heart condition.”
“I see,” nodded Gaspar. “Equally distributed in the syringes. But I wonder. What will happen when we give you all three at once?”
She tried to move from Ian’s grip but got nowhere. Gaspar took the first syringe and injected it directly into her neck. Picking up the second, he pushed her blouse to the side and injected it into her heart.
“Stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!” she cried.
“Lady, I know exactly what I’m doing,” said Gaspar, picking up the third. He held out her arm and injected the entire syringe as she began to pant harder and harder.
“Did I miss it?” said Miller, rushing through the front door. Gaspar turned, rolling his eyes at him.
“No, dumbass. She should be about ready to meet her maker. Why don’t you go ahead and do what you do.” Marks stared at the three new men, then narrowed her gaze.
“You. You two were with Dr. Frode. I will ruin him!”
“Bitch, please,” smirked Pork. “You’ll be dead.”
Whatever was in her syringes was having the reverse effect on her heart. It was beating faster, harder, and more erratic than before. Fifteen minutes later when Miller walked back into the room, he jerked his head toward the front door.
“We’ll be leaving you now, Dr. Marks. I hope you have your will in order. Otherwise, we’ll make sure that everything you own is donated to shelters in the area.”
That was the final step toward a massive coronary for Dr. Marks. Standing by their vehicles across the street, they waited patiently. Gaspar looked at his watch, shaking his head.
