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Truth had been right to punch her.

I was just finishing what she started.

I stepped over Dr. Beaumont’s body and moved into the hallway. A nurse was coming around the corner, clipboard in hand, and she froze when she saw me.

“Mr. Landry? What⁠—”

I shot her twice. Center mass. She dropped without another word.

The clinic was small—only six exam rooms, a waiting area, and the administrative offices in the back. I moved through it methodically, room by room, my footsteps echoing in the sterile hallways.

A medical assistant in the supply closet. Shot.

Two more nurses at the front desk. Shot.

The receptionist who’d checked Truth in for her appointment. Shot.

I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think. Didn’t feel.

This was a message.

You touch what’s mine, you pay the price.

By the time I reached the back offices, the clinic was silent except for the ringing in my ears from the gunfire. I found the office manager hiding under her desk, her hands pressed over her mouth to muffle her sobs.

I crouched and looked at her.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, I have kids!”

“You should’ve thought about that before you let Winston Landry turn this place into his personal laboratory.”

I pulled the trigger.

The silence that followed was absolute.

I stood in the middle of the clinic, surrounded by bodies, and felt nothing. No remorse. No guilt. No second thoughts.

Just cold, focused clarity.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I’d memorized years ago.

“Yeah?” The voice on the other end was gruff, professional.

“New Beginnings Fertility Center on St. Charles. I need a full clean. Bodies, evidence, everything.”

“How many?”

“Six.”

There was a pause. “That’s a big job.”

“I don’t care what it costs. I need it done in the next two hours. Clinic needs to look like nothing happened.”

“We’ll handle it. You still there?”

“I’m leaving now after I do one more walk-through.”

“Good. We’ll be there in twenty.”