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him.
    “Neither do you, and you’re making a scene. We can’t have that now, can we, dear husband?” She flicked a glance in his direction, and Beth held her breath. It was perhaps fortunate that some of the other guests had by now filtered out into the garden and were watching the unfolding scene with undisguised interest.
    Barnett’s hands clenched into fists, but he didn’t do anything else to stop their slow and torturous process past the bystanders.
    Samantha laughed in her best irritating manner, and for once Beth didn’t mind being the butt end of her jokes.
    “It seems Bethany’s boyfriend here can’t hold his drink. Trust her to pick a lightweight. Coming through, coming through. Move it. We don’t want him to redecorate now, do we?” A ripple of laughter went through the assembled crowd, and a couple of the men offered their assistance to get Elliot to the driveway.
    Beth didn’t dare look at him too closely for fear of what she would see. He was barely breathing. His skin had an unhealthy ashen tone, and he felt so damn cold. Somehow they managed to get him into the back of the car, and Sam pulled Beth close.
    “Get him home as fast as you can. Oliver’s goons will be out soon enough. I’ll try and keep him busy, but you won’t have much time. I can’t believe he’s still alive. Call Brian and get him to sort him. He needs to disappear.”
    Beth drew back in surprise.
    “You know Brian?”
    Sam smiled and drew herself up to her full height, her usual smirk back in place, as she looked Beth up and down.
    “You’re not the only one who needs to scratch an itch. I should have known you wouldn’t actually manage to find yourself an actual man.”
    She shoved Beth into the back of the car, and with a thump to the roof, they were on the move. Elliot slumped against her, and Beth burst into tears. He had stopped breathing.

Chapter Eight
     
    “Well? What’s wrong with him? Tell me, dammit!” Beth glared at a puzzled-looking Brian. The drive back to her place had been the longest ever, and she had never been so grateful to see another human being in her entire life, when she’d spotted Brian waiting for them by the front door.
    Lifeless as he was, Elliot was incredibly heavy and they’d had a devil of job maneuvering Elliot up the stairs to her flat. It was indeed fortunate that Timothy, Sam’s driver, was an ex body builder. Without his help they never would have managed it.
    Elliot seemed locked in place, completely unresponsive. Brian had exposed his circuitry and reared back in surprise. The chip was so deeply embedded he couldn’t even tell where it had originally been. He couldn’t seem to remove it, or do any of the adjustments he needed to.
    After half an hour of fiddling inside Elliot’s arm and head—seeing the top of his head come off was a sight that would haunt Beth forever—Brian had to admit defeat.
    He sat down with a thump and took his glasses off, looking utterly dejected.
    “I don’t know what to do, Beth.”
    “What do you mean you don’t know what to do? You must know. He’s your…” Beth stopped, unable to bring herself to call Elliot an android. He was so much more than that, damn it. “He’s Elliot. Brian, this is Elliot . You have got to do something. Anything, please?”
    Beth fought the tears, and she took Elliot by the shoulders and shook him with all her might. He was so very cold, and he looked… he looked like a corpse. She released him with a sob, and Elliot’s body slid sideways in slow motion, until he lay half on, half off the settee.
    Brian pulled her into a hug.
    “I’m sorry. He has a habit of getting under your skin, and that was even before I inserted the emotion chip.”
    Beth sniffed and pushed Brian away. He smiled and continued.
    “Something happened to the chip. I can’t even begin to explain what. It’s now so integrated into his system, there is no way I can extract it. Tell me exactly what you were doing before this