formality. I have to before you can help
us."
"Oh all right," he muttered bad-temperedly.
Lizbeth read him his
rights and then smiled. "Thanks for that. I'd hate to get in trouble with
the commander." He gestured for her to continue and she did a mental
eye-roll. "Um, y'see, there's been a series of," she lowered her
voice, "murders."
"Really?" he said. "I didn't hear anything
about this on the news. Who's been murdered?" Allsgood was all wide eyes
and helpful attitude.
"Yes, well, so far we've been lucky and it hasn't made
the news yet. So far the murders have been fairly low-profile. A total of eight
heroin addicts have been murdered. That's why we need your help. Someone has
been manufacturing tainted heroin and we just don't know how they'd go about
it. We hoped you might have some… advice on how they might be doing this."
She smiled winningly, hating the charade but knowing it was necessary.
Allsgood harrumphed. "I'm sorry, Detective..."
"Snyder," Lizbeth said.
"Yes, Detective Snyder. Anyway, I'm a doctor, not a chemist. I have no idea how someone would possibly
mix the arsenic in so that the heroin would kill," Allsgood said, frowning
slightly.
The door opened and Alexar entered the interrogation room.
"Commander Alexar Thompson entering the interview with Doctor Leonard
Allsgood at 1046 hours," Lizbeth stated formally for the record, all
traces of helplessness gone from her tone and posture.
"You've already helped, Dr. Allsgood," Alexar said
in a tight voice. "Detective Snyder never mentioned the arsenic. You
helped us a great deal."
Allsgood stood, panic written large across his features.
"This is bullshit. I want my lawyer, now." He attempted to sound
commanding but managed only a voice laced heavily with fear. Alexar shoved him
roughly back into his seat.
"That's fine," Lizbeth said calmly. "You can
have your lawyer and we'll discuss the charges with him or her- manufacture of
a controlled substance, possession of a controlled substance, nine counts of
first-degree murder." She slammed the file down onto the table once more.
Allsgood paled. "What do you mean, nine counts? You
said eight deaths. How are you pinning nine on me?"
"Simple," Alexar said coldly. "Sergeant Jason
Robbins, one of our own, was beaten to death before being injected with a dose
of your tainted heroin supply."
Allsgood stood once again and this time Lizbeth pushed him
down forcefully. "No lawyer. I changed my mind. I don't want a fucking
lawyer. Just let me talk," he pleaded. Lizbeth was thrilled that the
pompous attitude he'd come into the room with had vanished. They had the right
man after all.
"Okay, so tell us how it happened, Dr. Allsgood."
Lizbeth sat down across from him once more and Alexar slouched against the wall
by the door looking menacing. Allsgood flicked his gaze at Alexar and then back
to Lizbeth.
"I work the ER. I see the worst of humanity. What they
do to each other, what they do to themselves. I see OD's all the time. They
swear they'll get help, they swear to never touch another dose. They come back
in on a gurney the next day, or next week, or next month. They always come back
and swear not to do it again." He paused and licked his dry lips. Without
a word Lizbeth handed him a bottle of water. He took a long sip before
continuing.
"A few months ago this junkie came in. I knew her,
recognized her. Hell, she'd been on the gurney in front of me, blue around the
lips just a month before that. I saved her life and she went back to using.
This time she left her stash lying out. She'd apparently been passed out and
her kid got a hold of one of the needles." His face flushed with anger.
"She brought her baby in and she died on my table. Not a damned thing I
could do to save her. She was only eighteen months old and she died because of
her junkie bitch mother."
Lizbeth and Alexar exchanged glances. "So you decided
they had to die, huh?" Alexar said, venom dripping in his voice.
Allsgood glared at the man
us."
"Oh all right," he muttered bad-temperedly.
Lizbeth read him his
rights and then smiled. "Thanks for that. I'd hate to get in trouble with
the commander." He gestured for her to continue and she did a mental
eye-roll. "Um, y'see, there's been a series of," she lowered her
voice, "murders."
"Really?" he said. "I didn't hear anything
about this on the news. Who's been murdered?" Allsgood was all wide eyes
and helpful attitude.
"Yes, well, so far we've been lucky and it hasn't made
the news yet. So far the murders have been fairly low-profile. A total of eight
heroin addicts have been murdered. That's why we need your help. Someone has
been manufacturing tainted heroin and we just don't know how they'd go about
it. We hoped you might have some… advice on how they might be doing this."
She smiled winningly, hating the charade but knowing it was necessary.
Allsgood harrumphed. "I'm sorry, Detective..."
"Snyder," Lizbeth said.
"Yes, Detective Snyder. Anyway, I'm a doctor, not a chemist. I have no idea how someone would possibly
mix the arsenic in so that the heroin would kill," Allsgood said, frowning
slightly.
The door opened and Alexar entered the interrogation room.
"Commander Alexar Thompson entering the interview with Doctor Leonard
Allsgood at 1046 hours," Lizbeth stated formally for the record, all
traces of helplessness gone from her tone and posture.
"You've already helped, Dr. Allsgood," Alexar said
in a tight voice. "Detective Snyder never mentioned the arsenic. You
helped us a great deal."
Allsgood stood, panic written large across his features.
"This is bullshit. I want my lawyer, now." He attempted to sound
commanding but managed only a voice laced heavily with fear. Alexar shoved him
roughly back into his seat.
"That's fine," Lizbeth said calmly. "You can
have your lawyer and we'll discuss the charges with him or her- manufacture of
a controlled substance, possession of a controlled substance, nine counts of
first-degree murder." She slammed the file down onto the table once more.
Allsgood paled. "What do you mean, nine counts? You
said eight deaths. How are you pinning nine on me?"
"Simple," Alexar said coldly. "Sergeant Jason
Robbins, one of our own, was beaten to death before being injected with a dose
of your tainted heroin supply."
Allsgood stood once again and this time Lizbeth pushed him
down forcefully. "No lawyer. I changed my mind. I don't want a fucking
lawyer. Just let me talk," he pleaded. Lizbeth was thrilled that the
pompous attitude he'd come into the room with had vanished. They had the right
man after all.
"Okay, so tell us how it happened, Dr. Allsgood."
Lizbeth sat down across from him once more and Alexar slouched against the wall
by the door looking menacing. Allsgood flicked his gaze at Alexar and then back
to Lizbeth.
"I work the ER. I see the worst of humanity. What they
do to each other, what they do to themselves. I see OD's all the time. They
swear they'll get help, they swear to never touch another dose. They come back
in on a gurney the next day, or next week, or next month. They always come back
and swear not to do it again." He paused and licked his dry lips. Without
a word Lizbeth handed him a bottle of water. He took a long sip before
continuing.
"A few months ago this junkie came in. I knew her,
recognized her. Hell, she'd been on the gurney in front of me, blue around the
lips just a month before that. I saved her life and she went back to using.
This time she left her stash lying out. She'd apparently been passed out and
her kid got a hold of one of the needles." His face flushed with anger.
"She brought her baby in and she died on my table. Not a damned thing I
could do to save her. She was only eighteen months old and she died because of
her junkie bitch mother."
Lizbeth and Alexar exchanged glances. "So you decided
they had to die, huh?" Alexar said, venom dripping in his voice.
Allsgood glared at the man
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