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view. The chick was stacked, and she kept the bushes pruned too. There was good reason he’d taken this one to the ditch. They’d lucked out on the drive tonight. Saved a troublesome full trip into Oak Falls AND found a sweet peach to boot.
Billy wasn’t so calm. He paced in and out of the exam room doorway as the nurse cleaned Carrie’s wound. And he visibly jumped when the doctor strode confidently past him into the room and barked, “What the hell did you do to her?”
TG didn’t flinch. “Found her on the side of the road, Doc. Thought you’d want a piece of her.”
The doctor brushed the nurse out of the way and examined the wound, holding back the thick clumps of sticky hair to trace the ragged flesh beneath. “Looks more like you had a piece of her,” the doctorsaid without looking up. “Please tell me, why is she naked?”
TG shrugged. “Wanted to make sure she was healthy for ya, Doc.” He couldn’t stifle the chuckle at the end.
The doctor straightened up and glared at the men. “Two things I demand from here on out,” he said. “You don’t fuck the girls, and you don’t touch their heads. You just messed with the two reasons I need these women. Now tell me…where are her clothes?”
“I threw them in her car,” Billy said softly.
“And the car, where is it?”
“Out on the crossback, where it stalled,” TG answered.
“Great,” the doctor said. “So her clothes, covered with your hair and probably semen and sweat and a hundred other sources of DNA, not to mention her car, which you also probably put your fingerprints all over, is sitting there in the open waiting for the police to pick up on all the evidence and ID you. And then, when they’ve picked you up and thrown you in a cell, you’ll point the finger at me. Not that that will save your asses from a long stretch in jail!”
Billy turned pale. Even TG blinked an extra time or two.
The doctor straightened up to his full six feet and pointed a blood-smeared finger at them both. “Listen to me, morons. You get out there, and you get that car off the road someplace where nobody’s going to find it. You burn her clothes and anything else you put your fingers on. Do that, and IF this girl recovers enough for me to use her for what I need, then we can talk about payment.”
“Whoa, Doc,” TG began, putting two beefy hands in the air. “We need cash if we’re gonna keep doing this.”
“Get your dipshit asses out there and get rid of the evidence you left sitting around in full view of the first cop who gets a missing persons report and we’ll talk,” the doctor said. “Git! I need to help this poor girl.”
TG and Billy were a mile down the road from the asylum when Billy finally got up the courage to say it.
“I told you not to fuck her.”
TG didn’t take his eyes off the road. But his voice was sharp as glass. “Just for that, you’re getting under the hood of her piece of shit Nova and figuring out what the hell’s wrong with it. That, or you’re pushing it all the way back to the shack.”
Billy thought it best not to answer.
C HAPTER T WELVE
The lab coat folded very neatly after he creased and laid it on the counter. Barry Rockford appreciated a good crease. He knew it was just a sign of a mental fixation that begged to become an obsession, but frankly, my dear, he didn’t give a damn.
There was a reason Barry—that’s Barry Rockford, MD, PhD, thank you—had taken his family inheritance and a silent siphon of offshore investor funds and moved out here to lab-rat land. And obsession had a lot to do with it. But it wasn’t an obsession with fabric folding.
After twenty years in a lab at MIT, his focus was on more organic problems. Barry Rockford had published dozens of papers on his research in the pages of journals like Science and Genetics . His paper on in vitro stem-cell mining had generated the largest avalanche of mail the New England Journal of Medicine had ever received. It had also
Billy wasn’t so calm. He paced in and out of the exam room doorway as the nurse cleaned Carrie’s wound. And he visibly jumped when the doctor strode confidently past him into the room and barked, “What the hell did you do to her?”
TG didn’t flinch. “Found her on the side of the road, Doc. Thought you’d want a piece of her.”
The doctor brushed the nurse out of the way and examined the wound, holding back the thick clumps of sticky hair to trace the ragged flesh beneath. “Looks more like you had a piece of her,” the doctorsaid without looking up. “Please tell me, why is she naked?”
TG shrugged. “Wanted to make sure she was healthy for ya, Doc.” He couldn’t stifle the chuckle at the end.
The doctor straightened up and glared at the men. “Two things I demand from here on out,” he said. “You don’t fuck the girls, and you don’t touch their heads. You just messed with the two reasons I need these women. Now tell me…where are her clothes?”
“I threw them in her car,” Billy said softly.
“And the car, where is it?”
“Out on the crossback, where it stalled,” TG answered.
“Great,” the doctor said. “So her clothes, covered with your hair and probably semen and sweat and a hundred other sources of DNA, not to mention her car, which you also probably put your fingerprints all over, is sitting there in the open waiting for the police to pick up on all the evidence and ID you. And then, when they’ve picked you up and thrown you in a cell, you’ll point the finger at me. Not that that will save your asses from a long stretch in jail!”
Billy turned pale. Even TG blinked an extra time or two.
The doctor straightened up to his full six feet and pointed a blood-smeared finger at them both. “Listen to me, morons. You get out there, and you get that car off the road someplace where nobody’s going to find it. You burn her clothes and anything else you put your fingers on. Do that, and IF this girl recovers enough for me to use her for what I need, then we can talk about payment.”
“Whoa, Doc,” TG began, putting two beefy hands in the air. “We need cash if we’re gonna keep doing this.”
“Get your dipshit asses out there and get rid of the evidence you left sitting around in full view of the first cop who gets a missing persons report and we’ll talk,” the doctor said. “Git! I need to help this poor girl.”
TG and Billy were a mile down the road from the asylum when Billy finally got up the courage to say it.
“I told you not to fuck her.”
TG didn’t take his eyes off the road. But his voice was sharp as glass. “Just for that, you’re getting under the hood of her piece of shit Nova and figuring out what the hell’s wrong with it. That, or you’re pushing it all the way back to the shack.”
Billy thought it best not to answer.
C HAPTER T WELVE
The lab coat folded very neatly after he creased and laid it on the counter. Barry Rockford appreciated a good crease. He knew it was just a sign of a mental fixation that begged to become an obsession, but frankly, my dear, he didn’t give a damn.
There was a reason Barry—that’s Barry Rockford, MD, PhD, thank you—had taken his family inheritance and a silent siphon of offshore investor funds and moved out here to lab-rat land. And obsession had a lot to do with it. But it wasn’t an obsession with fabric folding.
After twenty years in a lab at MIT, his focus was on more organic problems. Barry Rockford had published dozens of papers on his research in the pages of journals like Science and Genetics . His paper on in vitro stem-cell mining had generated the largest avalanche of mail the New England Journal of Medicine had ever received. It had also
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