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just around the corner. Her stomach
grumbled, and she opened the metal lid on the tray that she was carrying.
Setting the tray down on the floor, she snagged a fresh, hot cinnamon roll and
devoured it, then replaced the lid and picked up the tray.
When
the elevator ground to a halt, Jenna left the tray inside it, feeling much
better now that she’d had a bit of sugar, and pulled her nursing credentials
out of the pocket of her turquoise scrubs. The doors shushed open, and she
glanced about, making certain that no one would see her getting off of the
service elevator. Following the explicit directions that the food service gal had
given her, she knew which corners to take and could stride through the halls
with confidence.
She
passed an older doctor and dazzled him with her sweetest smile. Usually when
you looked at a doctor like that, they didn’t feel compelled to look down at your
badge to verify your identity. He walked past, but then turned quickly around
to get her attention.
“Excuse
me,” he called, and Jenna stopped dead in her tracks, pasting on another smile
before turning slowly to face him. “Are you new here? I don’t remember meeting
you,” his eyes narrowed.
Time
to turn it up. She blasted him with another blazing smile, heart pounding
furiously. “Yes, just transferred in from Seattle. And you’re Doctor…?”
“Prentiss,
Seymour Prentiss. Neurology,” he replied, still looking at her uncertainly.
“You’re
Doctor Prentiss? Oh my goodness, what an honor! Your work is very impressive,”
she nodded, dipping her head and trying hard to blush as though she was
star-struck.
“Oh?
Well…you’re very kind. Thank you,” he finally cracked a smile. “Listen, Room
716 needs a bath kit, there’s been…an incident. Could you possibly…?”
“Oh,
of course. Say no more, I’ll take care of it right away,” she nodded eagerly.
“It was such a pleasure meeting you,” she said as he turned away and resumed
his former pace, raising a hand in farewell. Sucker.
Eyes
on the prize, she continued on her way, fingering the vial in her pocket that
she had pilfered from the yacht’s medical cabinet. Since the Winstons employed
a full-time doctor onboard, they had a state of the art medical office with all
the drugs that a lone doctor at sea might need to cure whatever ailed the rich
and shameless.
Chapter 18
Marilyn
had fallen asleep in the recliner across the room from Tiara’s hospital bed.
She hadn’t meant to, but with her lack of sleep from the night before, she was
exhausted. Knowing that she and her daughter were safely surrounded by locked
gates and security personnel, she allowed herself to drift off in the warm,
dark room, while Tiara snored softly.
Neither
of the sleeping women stirred when a flame-haired woman dressed as a nurse
slipped into the room after flirting heavily with the security staff, and
talking about how she had to check on this patient before she hurried over to
attack the mess that awaited her in 716. Liberally applying Doctor Prentiss’s
name to the conversation with the taser-armed men, she had giggled her way into
Tiara’s room, pulling the door shut behind her.
Jenna
hadn’t counted on Cort’s girlfriend being in the room with her daughter, but,
after observing her breathing for a few minutes, she relaxed, confident that
the old hag would sleep through the entire incident, eventually waking to find
that her precious daughter had passed away in her sleep. She took a syringe out
of her pocket, uncapped it, and plunged the needle into the bottle that she’d
brought with her from the yacht.
Marilyn
was having a terrible dream. A cold wind was blowing in the windows of her
house, bringing death with it, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She
woke slowly, swimming up from the dense fog of her dream, and when she saw a
figure standing over Tiara, she thought she was still dreaming. When she rubbed
her eyes and caught a glimpse of fire-red hair, sleep
grumbled, and she opened the metal lid on the tray that she was carrying.
Setting the tray down on the floor, she snagged a fresh, hot cinnamon roll and
devoured it, then replaced the lid and picked up the tray.
When
the elevator ground to a halt, Jenna left the tray inside it, feeling much
better now that she’d had a bit of sugar, and pulled her nursing credentials
out of the pocket of her turquoise scrubs. The doors shushed open, and she
glanced about, making certain that no one would see her getting off of the
service elevator. Following the explicit directions that the food service gal had
given her, she knew which corners to take and could stride through the halls
with confidence.
She
passed an older doctor and dazzled him with her sweetest smile. Usually when
you looked at a doctor like that, they didn’t feel compelled to look down at your
badge to verify your identity. He walked past, but then turned quickly around
to get her attention.
“Excuse
me,” he called, and Jenna stopped dead in her tracks, pasting on another smile
before turning slowly to face him. “Are you new here? I don’t remember meeting
you,” his eyes narrowed.
Time
to turn it up. She blasted him with another blazing smile, heart pounding
furiously. “Yes, just transferred in from Seattle. And you’re Doctor…?”
“Prentiss,
Seymour Prentiss. Neurology,” he replied, still looking at her uncertainly.
“You’re
Doctor Prentiss? Oh my goodness, what an honor! Your work is very impressive,”
she nodded, dipping her head and trying hard to blush as though she was
star-struck.
“Oh?
Well…you’re very kind. Thank you,” he finally cracked a smile. “Listen, Room
716 needs a bath kit, there’s been…an incident. Could you possibly…?”
“Oh,
of course. Say no more, I’ll take care of it right away,” she nodded eagerly.
“It was such a pleasure meeting you,” she said as he turned away and resumed
his former pace, raising a hand in farewell. Sucker.
Eyes
on the prize, she continued on her way, fingering the vial in her pocket that
she had pilfered from the yacht’s medical cabinet. Since the Winstons employed
a full-time doctor onboard, they had a state of the art medical office with all
the drugs that a lone doctor at sea might need to cure whatever ailed the rich
and shameless.
Chapter 18
Marilyn
had fallen asleep in the recliner across the room from Tiara’s hospital bed.
She hadn’t meant to, but with her lack of sleep from the night before, she was
exhausted. Knowing that she and her daughter were safely surrounded by locked
gates and security personnel, she allowed herself to drift off in the warm,
dark room, while Tiara snored softly.
Neither
of the sleeping women stirred when a flame-haired woman dressed as a nurse
slipped into the room after flirting heavily with the security staff, and
talking about how she had to check on this patient before she hurried over to
attack the mess that awaited her in 716. Liberally applying Doctor Prentiss’s
name to the conversation with the taser-armed men, she had giggled her way into
Tiara’s room, pulling the door shut behind her.
Jenna
hadn’t counted on Cort’s girlfriend being in the room with her daughter, but,
after observing her breathing for a few minutes, she relaxed, confident that
the old hag would sleep through the entire incident, eventually waking to find
that her precious daughter had passed away in her sleep. She took a syringe out
of her pocket, uncapped it, and plunged the needle into the bottle that she’d
brought with her from the yacht.
Marilyn
was having a terrible dream. A cold wind was blowing in the windows of her
house, bringing death with it, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She
woke slowly, swimming up from the dense fog of her dream, and when she saw a
figure standing over Tiara, she thought she was still dreaming. When she rubbed
her eyes and caught a glimpse of fire-red hair, sleep
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