CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-FOUR
Ava was looking up at the woman’s face when the woman’s right eye exploded. Blood and brain matter showered onto Ava. Screaming, Ava jumped to her feet and fumbled for her gun. The policewoman fell forward onto the chair Ava had been sitting in. Dr. James appeared in the doorway.
“Yes, I know.” Dr. James held up a silenced handgun. “I hated to do it but she was in the way.”
Ava held her handgun out in front of her. Without hesitation, Ava pulled the trigger. The gun clicked and Dr. James laughed. She pulled the trigger again. The gun clicked again.
“Empty clip? Oh no,” Dr. James mocked her. “How was that symphony last night? To bad your handgun didn’t match that lovely dress.”
He gestured with the weapon in his hands. Ava lowered her weapon.
“Why?” Ava asked. “Why Beth?”
“I need those files,” Dr. James said. “Please.”
Ava gave him the evidence bag with the files in them. He walked over to Beth’s shredder and shredded the papers, folders and stuffed the bag in his pocket. He took the pieces of shredded paper and set them on fire in the Welcome to Vegas ashtray Beth used to hold paperclips.
“Thank you,” he said. “We have somewhere we have to be.”
Dr. James laughed off her bravery. He made the slightest movement with his hand and she felt a prick on her arm from an autoinjector. She blinked as his smiling face blurred. Her resistance waned.
“That’s a good girl,” Dr. James said.
He grabbed her arms and negotiated her through the suite. Using Beth’s key, he locked the suite door. She tried to speak to the uniformed police officer at the door but couldn’t make her voice work. He laughed at something Dr. James said. Ava blinked and she was sitting in the passenger seat of his BMW sedan.
“Why don’t you rest a little?” Dr. James’s voice was kind and sticky sweet. “We have quite a drive.”
Unable to fight it, Ava slumped against the passenger door. Her mind screamed. Her soul wanted to jerk out of her body. But she could do nothing over the drug induced calm. What was this drug? What had the Coroner said? In the back of her mind, she heard the Coroner’s voice say, ‘Sodium Pentothal. It’s a barbiturate that calms the subject and defeats all resistance. They used it for lethal injections.’ Crap.
She felt the car move through the stop and go traffic of downtown Denver then the steady, fast motion of the highway. Desperate, tears streamed down her face as the Denver landscape shifted north.
They were going to the barn. She was going to hang for her mitochondrial DNA.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…