Chapter 26
“Did you give him the last of the propofol?” asked the voice on the other end of the small phone Sean held firmly in his hand.
The sound cut in and out a couple of times, probably from the weather. The fact that any signal was getting through at all meant that Sean was likely no longer near Winston. Cell phones hardly ever worked there. He kept his eyes and his gun pointed at the open doorway of the small room.
“It’s done,” he calmly and quietly answered, having no idea what propofol was or who it was meant for. Still, he sensed it was the kind of response that this Dr. Phil wanted to hear. He was intent on running out the clock on the call with short, direct answers. He believed it would keep his identity from being questioned. It was a tip he had picked up from an old episo
