better than any test mankind can develop. And as much as I disliked it, I worked enough emergency room shifts to recognize drugs when I see them, so donât bother with those either. This is a family outing, and if you need sedation for a family outing, we donât need you.â
Brown drew himself up in an intimidating stance that should have sent her screaming down the hall, given that he could have bench-pressed her just as easily as weights.
âI donât do drugs, Miss Know-It-All, and I ainât about to hurt that kid none neither, and just you remember it.â
Well, perhaps she had been just a little hasty in calling this one, Pippa reflected as she took a step backward. Nah, she decided a moment later in Brownâs own inimitable words as she watched him rumble down the hallway, book in handâin a household of egotists, maniacs, and admitted alcoholics, she had to give as good as she got.
She had learned something about survival in these past months.
Chapter 9
âWhy donât you just die, Seth?â
The voice whispered sibilantly through sluggish brain cells. The steady drip-drip that had filled untold nights and days registered more clearly than the whisperer. The drip had provided his only companionship in the absence of human voices. Sweat broke out on his brow as he struggled to understand the whispers.
âIf you died, it would make life easier for all of us, Sethâfor me, for your son, for your employees, for everyone. Even your mother would be happier.â
Some word or inflection in this string of sounds connected. Urgency gripped his breathing. He struggled to recognize the voice, but pain shot like an arrow bolt through his head, driving conscious thought into hiding again.
âI wonder what would happen if I pulled out this little needle in your arm?â the voice asked wonderingly.
The sheer shock of that innocent tone rocketed another warning through his brain. Again, sluggish brain cells fought for coherence. The drip-drip echoed louder. A siren in the distance screamed closer. Only sound registered. Blackness wrapped the void of his consciousness.
âOr what if I just loosened it a little? I donât suppose you would be so obliging as to knock it free, would you? You were never obliging in your whole life. Iâm not sure you even know the rest of us exist.â
Bitterness roiled up inside of him, an ancient bitterness accompanied by a deep despair.
âThe only thing that ever interested you was your damned work. Do you see any of your books sitting at your bedside now? If I didnât have to pretend concern in case you die, I wouldnât be here either. If you dare live, I swear Iâll take your son away.â
Fury sprang full blown through his entire core, parting the bitterness and despair like storm clouds flung by the wind. His son! What had they done to his son? Where was Chad? He couldnât think, couldnât open his eyes, couldnât move, but he fought for consciousness. The urge to grab the whisperer by the throat surged through him.
âI could loosen that for you,â the voice said thoughtfully. âI could tell them it bothered you and I just meant to help. Do you know what youâve done to your son, you bastard? Do you have any idea?â
Icy fingers gripped his arm. He could feel his arm. He stretched his fingers, then balled them into a fist as unseen hands worked the strap until it loosened. Pain shot straight through every muscle. The word âChad!â screamed in his throat. He couldnât persuade the sound past his tongue. The woolly haze of drugs seeped through his brain again, but the terrifying emotions wouldnât die. He fought against the drugs and the pain.
âYouâve turned Chad into a vegetable,â the voice continued pleasantly, relentlessly. âHeâll never walk again. Maybe never talk. It would have been better if you had killed him outright. It would
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