Lucky Like Us

chapter Nineteen

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Saturday, 2:04 A.M.

THE HOSPITAL WAS busy even at this time of night, but he’d planned well. He took out the guard and the nurse without alerting anyone else to his presence. From the moment news reports announced Elizabeth and that damn FBI agent had survived he’d fantasized about this moment.

How did everything go so wrong? He shot both of them and still they didn’t die. Well, this time he’d make sure they died, starting with the woman. He’d like to keep her, but since she met with the FBI and had possibly identified him, she’d have to go. He couldn’t afford an eyewitness. Without her, the FBI had nothing to pin him to the Silver Fox murders, or the attempt on their agent’s life. Too bad, though. She was beautiful. Her spirit and fight intrigued him. Used to everyone doing his bidding and worshiping his skills, he liked her defiance and strength. He found her bold and refreshing.

The dim light spotlighted the sleeping beauty beside him in the bed. This should be easy, but something made him pause. He’d never killed an acquaintance. The others were strangers, nothing to him. He steeled himself for the job ahead. With her asleep, all he had to do was inject the poison into her IV line. He pushed the needle in, but she shifted and her soft voice whispered, “Sam.” Their gazes locked and he pushed the plunger. She made a grab for the needle in her arm, but he grabbed her wrist and held firm. She tried to fight him with her other hand, lashing out wildly, but the poison worked fast and she fell back limp on the pillows.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face with his fingertip. Such a waste. But necessary.