Chapter 2 - The Lethal Prescription
I stared at the frozen image of Arthur Vance kissing my wife with absolute disbelief.
Arthur was the man who had drafted my will and managed every single medical directive for my estate.
A terrifying realization struck me like a physical blow to the chest.
If my wife and my lawyer were conspiring against me, my life was in immediate danger.
I remembered the bitter taste of my new blood pressure medication that Eleanor had handed me this morning.
I suddenly felt a sharp, agonizing pain radiating down my left arm.
My vision blurred slightly as the edges of the security office began to spin.
Tony noticed my sudden distress and immediately reached for the landline telephone.
I tried to speak, but my throat felt completely paralyzed by an invisible force.
I knew they were poisoning me slowly to stage a tragic, natural heart attack.
I grabbed Tony by the shoulder and rasped that we could not call a public ambulance.
Arthur had countless city officials and hospital administrators sitting comfortably on his payroll.
Going to a regular hospital would only speed up the execution they had carefully planned.
Tony nodded sharply and grabbed a set of heavy car keys from his desk drawer.
He promised to take me to an underground clinic run by a disgraced military doctor he knew.
We rushed out of the dark office and headed toward the alley where he parked his vehicle.
I stumbled against a brick wall as the toxic chemicals aggressively attacked my nervous system.
Tony pushed open the heavy metal exit door and stepped out into the pouring rain.
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Before I could follow him, a massive hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed my throat.
Two men wearing dark tactical suits stepped into the alley with silenced pistols aimed directly at our heads.
