“This is about my brother,” she blurted. “I was forced to learn a helluva lot of things I didn’t want to while trying to deal with his overdose. At least now, I can put some of the knowledge to good use. Let’s go.”
Rio walked off in a daze, her past tangling with the present—but she had to snap out of all that. Which, as Luke had pointed out, was the survivor thing, wasn’t it: Stay focused, stay sharp, stay in the here-and-now. It helped you not get shot.
Besides, when she’d been escorted down here by that guard, she’d had that crushing headache and all those weird thoughts. She couldn’t afford to waste this opportunity to mentally record the details of the building.
Forcing herself to plug into her environment, she saw—
Four rooms. There were four processing rooms, going by the layouts down the long hall, and she stopped at the door the guard had walked her out of.
“Here.”
Luke stepped up next to her. “We gotta move fast.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Rio rolled her eyes. “I was going to stroll around and maybe do a little feng shui inside. You know, redecorate some. Maybe design a mural.”
Luke shook his head and glanced over his shoulder. “Mayhem, do you have the—”
“Code?” the guy said. “Yup. Aren’t you glad when I set this all up, I kept a default?”
“How did they not kill you?” Luke said like he was pondering a law of the universe and wondering why it existed.
“They don’t think I’m very smart.” The guy stepped up to another keypad and entered a different pattern. “There are advantages to appearing to be an imbecile.”
“Well, you’re an expert in that,” Luke muttered.
When the lock clicked free, Rio opened the way in—and immediately started for the cage of kilos in the corner.
“You stay out here,” Luke ordered Mayhem before joining her.
As the door eased shut behind them, she took a deep breath and smelled the unpleasant chemical sting in the air. She hadn’t noticed it before, probably because she’d been frantic.
“What happened to your brother?”
Rio nearly lost her stride as she went around one of the worktables. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“The testing chemicals are on the desks over there.” Clearing her throat, she rerouted her trajectory and went to one of the supervisors’ monitoring positions. “This is exactly what I need.”
Putting her hand into a wicker basket full of ampoules, she nodded. “Yup, this’ll do for testing.”
The thing was even trademarked NarcoCheck. She couldn’t have done better if she’d ordered the stuff herself.
“Now can you get me in that?” she said as she nodded at the cage.
Luke crowded into her personal space. “Stay behind me.”
“Why, what are you going to—”
The shot rang out in the room, sharp and loud, and Rio covered her head and hit the floor. Fortunately, the bullet ricocheted elsewhere—and what do you know, from around the edge of the desk, she saw the chain link uncoil and fall free of the bin.
Rio didn’t wait for the all-clear. She rushed over to the cage, opened the front access panel, and reached in to the blocks. Which were marked “H” or “C.”
Go figure what that meant, she thought as she thanked the Lord for the bene she hadn’t expected. And jeez, it meant Apex or Luke could have done this part of things after all.
Grabbing one of the “H” blocks, she went over to the desk. She thought about just taking some of the test solution units with her, but then what if the label on the block meant something else?
There was a pair of scissors by the desk, and she pierced the wrap on the kilo and got some of the powder on the blades. A quick drop from the dropper, and the substance turned yellow. She’d been hoping against hope it would be red for morphine, but what could you do.
“Do you need a cutting agent?” Luke asked.
“No,” she said as she paused to inspect the consistency of the heroin. “This is extremely pure. So we’re going to use a small amount and dilute it with boiled water.”
“How will you be sure of the dose?”
“I’m going to give him it intravenously bit by bit. The effect is fairly instantaneous so we’ll know by how he eases.”
“Just don’t kill him.”
Rio focused on his face for the first time since he’d walked through the door into those private quarters. He looked . . . exhausted nearly to the point of sickness, with black circles under his eyes and lids at half-mast. Although she couldn’t tell whether the latter was because he still thoroughly disapproved of what she’d insisted she do.
“I won’t,” she said as she tucked the kilo against her. “Can you take me directly to the clinic?”
“Can’t you just tell me what to do? You can stay with Apex and Mayhem in the private quarters—”
“I’ll answer that the same way I did to Apex. At least I know what I’m doing.”
Luke cursed. Then rubbed his head like it hurt. “Look, we can’t stay down there long. This place is going to start waking up soon. Once that happens, we need to get you out fast and it’s easiest from where we were. All we do is go right out the other door.”
She left that potential argument alone and headed for the exit—except then she doubled back and went around behind the desk. Going through the drawers, she pulled them open one by one—
“Thank God,” she muttered as she reached into the big one down by the floor.
“What is it?”
“Narcan pens. In case I get it wrong.”
The entire drawer was full of them, loose and out of their boxes, like their use was a fairly normal occurrence. She speared into the collection and took as many as she could fit in her fist. Then she shoved them at Luke, making him hold the load.
“Okay, we’re ready.”
Luke filled his pockets with the pens. And then stared across the space at her.
“What,” she demanded.
“We go down there, you do whatever you have to, and then we’re going back to those private quarters.”
“All right. Fine.”