Chapter Thirty
Susan wasn’t sure, at first, if she had heard him correctly. “My b-breast...”The words got caught between trembling lips. “Sir...”
“Something you don’t understand, Susan? I thought I was being perfectly clear. Take out your left breast for Doctor Needleman to see.”
Susan turned to where Needleman was sitting, his cognac forgotten. He returned her gaze with hooded eyes and she could see his tongue moving behind parted lips. Perspiration beaded across his forehead and a trail of sweat ran from his hairline, down along the side of his face. She watched as his hand moved to the front of his polyester trousers. He was the most repulsive man she had ever seen. “Maybe I should go.”
Mark was on his feet now. “Go? Where would you go, Susan?”his voice still even, and sounding so v
