er sofa, his fingers digging into the cushions so hard h

rambled across the rug and fell to her knees beside

ainst the sofa. The top but

f his neck. They crawled upward like the roots of a d

rinted through the open front doors, completely out of breat

latches popped open. He bypassed the stethoscope and imm

es locked onto Eloise, who was still stan

, his voice sounding like two ston

osite sofa, though a sick glimmer of amusem

n his hand, then at Eloise. "Miss Eloise, please. Just

her center of gravity, her feet shift

Hamptons to lay the foundation for your new condos," Eloise s

ror. The mention of the burial gr

ntinued, her tone clinical. "It's subterranean miasma ent

ying from his lips. "You're a wi

er at the doctor. "Hold her down and take her blood! The broker on the black mark

on-dollar retainer erased his medical ethics. He clenched

's heavy frame barreled toward her,

foot hooked cleanly behind his ankle, instantly disrupting his balance. He tumbled forward, his

, dropping the needle onto the rug as his leg gave out

, her face purple with rage. "How da

heavy, solid crystal ashtray from the coffee

oulder of her jacket and smashed into the dryw

the emergency intercom button on the wall panel next

utside. Three massive private security guards, weari

the floor and Mitch bleeding from his neck, th

ward until her shoulder blades hit the cold glass

t slid from her sleeve into her fingers. She gripped it tight,