Chapter 29
Artie Saylor Dental Office
ORAL BUTKUS OPENED the back employee entrance door and stepped inside out of the rain. It was after-hours and the office was empty and quiet. He brushed the wet from his shoulders as he moved along the hallway, greeted by the earthy, spicy and slightly sweet scent of Clove Oil, used as a local antiseptic and analgesic.
There was no one in the first room, room 5. Just an empty dentist chair.
"Artie? You here? It's Oral. I said I'd be down." He moved along past rooms 4 and 3. "Where the hell are you–?"
His friend Artie Saylor sat in the dentist chair in room 2, a look of dread on his face.
Butkus scowled at him, "Why the hell didn't you answer me? You said you wanted to talk–" Butkus froze as soon as he stepped inside the room. Crista Willetts stoo
