Two weeks later…
“What is it you wanna know, Miss Elena?” Dr. Gary asked. He seemed composed but I didn't miss his fidgety legs under the table and his sweaty hands, regardless of how tightly he clasped them together.
I took off my dark shades, placing them on the table. “I'll go straight to the point.”
“Please do, Miss Elena.”
“What did you inject my father to keep him unconscious?” I dropped the question. His eyes popped. “Better still, tell me who ordered you to inject him with that drug.”
His lips quivered but somehow he managed a throaty laugh. “What are you talking about, Ma'am?”
I didn't expect him to immediately confess but I certainly didn't want him denying and stressing me out about it either. I already had a long, exhausting day.
“You know what I'm talking about. I'm
