Conspiracy

“When do I get to make my phone call?” A rough and surly character facing Meredith Davis across a decrepit table in a box of a room, shrugged indifferently “A phone call? Is there someone you want to tell good bye? Did you give any of your victims that courtesy before you started harvesting corneas? This guy, Don Lamar, disappeared; and his wife and three kids never got a call! They’ve just been left wondering~ until a couple of weeks ago~ when his remains were found~” Summoning bravado, “You’re bluffing!” “What? About remains? You’re that positive that all evidence can be eradicated by a good old soak in a tub of lye? We found Lamar’s heart, still failing, in the chest of one of your cohorts~ a Victor Vaughn~ Vaughn kind of got what he deserved, a certain divine justice~ And then as the heart gave out, he received several vicious jolts from an experimental defib vest~ Really sad way to go~ if it was anyone else! In light of ‘The Ghost’s history, it was probably still too merciful of an end! Makes me hope there’s really a hell that burns hot! But, luckily for us, Victor didn’t go down without a fight! He left us a who’s who, and everyone on his list that we’ve ‘talked’ to, has been really eager to make deals, at the expense of former ‘partners’! I suggest that you hop on the tattle-tale wagon~ and escape the death penalty~ You know, by the way, that you’re an extremely beautiful woman! Sculpted! And the best handiwork of Darius Warrington is going to deteriorate in prison, after envious inmates take their toll! Warrington, sadly, ended his own life to escape an arrest that would have stuck this time!” “I want my attorney!” An indifferent shrug! “A lot of people want stuff they don’t get! Why don’t you tell me about Nadia Faulkner and the subsequent shooting of a young man named Matt Morrison?” Equally indifferent, “Those names don’t ring any bells! Should they?” He sat back, regarding her curiously, eyes narrow slits! ‘Cold! Didn’t know! Didn’t want to know~ any information that might humanize her victims! That might cause her any distress! “Hmmm! Just thinking out loud here, but do you ever need psychiatric counseling, prescriptions to help you sleep at night?” “My shrink? Anything he knows would be privileged~” He rose and leaned across into her space calmly~ “Lady, all your privileges and prescriptions just ran out!”