Clara grabbed her laptop and stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She waited until she reached her room before sitting on her bed to log onto her booking system.
Yep. Briar had booked the wrong month. She canceled that appointment and went to stand, only to knock her phone to the floor. It slid under the bed a bit, so Clara dropped to her knees to grab it.
That’s when she saw something poking out from behind one of the frame legs.
Wait…was that the USB?
No. It couldn’t be. But her bedroom was right off the hall where she’d been attacked.
There was no way her attacker would have left without it though. Unless they saw on her phone that she’d called for help and run?
Quickly, she crawled under the bed. Her heart started to beat faster as she reached for it. When it was in her hand, she rose to her bed and slipped it into her laptop.
There was one file on the USB, labeledA Prescription for Revenge.
She frowned. Revenge? Revenge for what?
Her fingers trembled as she clicked into it.
It started off as an affair. It ended in murder and sabotage.
Briar Winslow, a nurse at Amber Ridge Hospital, has been targeting a well-respected doctor, Malcolm Trundle, after a brief romantic encounter gone wrong. According to insiders, Winslowwas hurt and angry after Dr. Trundle, who had reportedly engaged in several affairs, ended his relationship with Winslow without warning or explanation.
His affair with local massage therapist Lauren Tabs then spurred Winslow to take matters into her own hands, manipulating the care of Dr. Trundle’s patients.
Clara’s pulse pounded in her temples as she skimmed the rest of the report in disbelief.
It was Briar? Briar who was, right now, in her treatment room?
Oh God.
She was just reaching for her phone when a noise sounded from somewhere in her house. The soft click of a door opening. Her treatment room door?
Her heart lurched, panic seizing her body.
Quickly, she dragged the file over to save it on her desktop before yanking the USB from the laptop. Then she turned and slipped it inside a pillowcase. She’d just risen when the bedroom door opened, and Briar appeared.
“Briar.” Clara worked hard to keep the panic from her voice. “Is everything okay? Where are the needles?”
“I pulled them out because I was feeling a bit dizzy. Any chance I could get some water?”
“Oh, of course.” She swallowed, grabbing her phone from the mattress and passing Briar to move into the kitchen.
She grabbed a bottle from the fridge, but when she turned, Briar wasn’t behind her.
Where—
Briar stepped into the kitchen, laptop in one hand, gun in the other.
Clara gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I see the article your roommate wrote is right here on your laptop screen. You must have found the USB.”
The report…she’d forgotten to click out of it. Shit. “I didn’t read it.”
“I’m not stupid, Clara, so don’t treat me like I am. Give me the USB.”
Her heart pounded. “You killed that patient. Then Scarlett. You’ve made people sick. If I give you that USB, you’ll kill me too.”
