Chapter 12
Parman & Stone Dental Clinic
A NUMBER OF STRONG MEDICINE-LIKE SMELLS drifted around the room as Holly sat petrified in the dentist chair. Light was just beginning to peep through the blinds.
Rory kept watch at the window and only ten feet away from Holly. He had been supplied a Glock 17 Gen 4, 9mm pistol and holster, now hidden underneath his jean jacket and he was positive he would have to use it before long. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Time was running out.
Dr. Parman, a sturdy, fuzzy-haired man of fifty came wandering back into the room. His nose was wrinkled as he studied the dental x-rays, his glasses pushed up high on the bridge of his nose. His voice was gravelly as he said, "Well. This is interesting."
Holly looked up at him as he came to a stop beside the
