most likely way of administering it is by product contamination. So far the victims have been spread out so we have a list of patients within Nottingham who are being prescribed digoxin and we need staff to research the names, see if any of the patients are known for violent offences, for making threats against people for any reason, and we also need staff to knock on doors, see how the patients are doing, make sure they are still taking their medication in as much as a police officer can make that kind of assessment.’
The room was silent. We had our work cut out for us.
40
1 month ago
The medicine was in the cupboard. Isaac thought he would move it before Connie saw it was gone. And also before she noticed them lined up and started crying again. For what they represented. The bottles of medicines that were to keep Em alive. The sole purpose of it being there in the cupboard. Chemicals in tablet format, created to keep her alive.
Failed.
Em would never take another again.
Isaac shook as he collected the bottles. Picking each bottle up delicately so as not to wake Connie, he wrapped his fingers around to dull the rattle of the residual tablets in their cool plastic casing. He pushed each bottle deep into his coat pocket and looked at the void in the cupboard where Em’s lifeline used to be.
The deep ache inside him threatened to erupt like an all-consuming monster, its claws ready to tear him apart from the inside out, his heart, emotion and tears, his lungs, the very breath torn savagely from him, the eruption leaving just the monster with no heart, no breath, nothing to care for.
The monster erupting would be angry beyond anything Isaac could imagine and vicious with it and that, he didn’t want Connie to see. He took what breath he could pull in and breathed as hard as he could and as deep as he could, into his lungs that hurt so much. He reached from his pocket, where his hand still rested, closed the door of the cupboard and took one last deep breath. The anger needed a release valve, but not at Connie’s expense. He knew what he had to do. He knew where the blame lay for this.
With another breath, much calmer and quieter now, Isaac walked out of the kitchen, picked up his car keys and headed out towards his allotment on Bessell Lane. His sanctuary.
A place he was safe and a place Connie was safe from.
41
The building that housed Curvet was large and bold, with clean lines and lots of glass. You could have been forgiven for thinking you were walking into a futuristic hotel, if it weren’t for the high level of security we’d had to pass through just to get through the front door. And that was as far as we’d made it so far.
This place was more secure than the police station, but with billions of pounds worth of secrets inside, it didn’t really surprise me. Up until this point I’d only ever really heard about pharmaceutical companies, yet here we were, Aaron and me, standing inside the pristine glass jar that was Curvet Pharmaceutical. The nearest company to us that produced digoxin, they were based on the outskirts of Derby. Away from other factories and workers, to keep themselves safe. There were a hell of a lot of drugs here that people would want to get their hands on. I wanted to talk to someone about their security protocols and also about any disgruntled employees they might have.
Above the reception desk hung a giant curved television screen preaching the gospel that was Curvet. What it could do for you. How it could heal you. How it supported the community it worked beside. How it was campaigning to shape the younger generation and how it was helping Third World countries with the medicines they produced. Watching their message, I could easily believe all the world’s problems could be helped by Curvet.
But, if this were true, then why were we not seeing more evidence of it? Aaron was patiently waiting for our meeting to start, not even watching the show that
The room was silent. We had our work cut out for us.
40
1 month ago
The medicine was in the cupboard. Isaac thought he would move it before Connie saw it was gone. And also before she noticed them lined up and started crying again. For what they represented. The bottles of medicines that were to keep Em alive. The sole purpose of it being there in the cupboard. Chemicals in tablet format, created to keep her alive.
Failed.
Em would never take another again.
Isaac shook as he collected the bottles. Picking each bottle up delicately so as not to wake Connie, he wrapped his fingers around to dull the rattle of the residual tablets in their cool plastic casing. He pushed each bottle deep into his coat pocket and looked at the void in the cupboard where Em’s lifeline used to be.
The deep ache inside him threatened to erupt like an all-consuming monster, its claws ready to tear him apart from the inside out, his heart, emotion and tears, his lungs, the very breath torn savagely from him, the eruption leaving just the monster with no heart, no breath, nothing to care for.
The monster erupting would be angry beyond anything Isaac could imagine and vicious with it and that, he didn’t want Connie to see. He took what breath he could pull in and breathed as hard as he could and as deep as he could, into his lungs that hurt so much. He reached from his pocket, where his hand still rested, closed the door of the cupboard and took one last deep breath. The anger needed a release valve, but not at Connie’s expense. He knew what he had to do. He knew where the blame lay for this.
With another breath, much calmer and quieter now, Isaac walked out of the kitchen, picked up his car keys and headed out towards his allotment on Bessell Lane. His sanctuary.
A place he was safe and a place Connie was safe from.
41
The building that housed Curvet was large and bold, with clean lines and lots of glass. You could have been forgiven for thinking you were walking into a futuristic hotel, if it weren’t for the high level of security we’d had to pass through just to get through the front door. And that was as far as we’d made it so far.
This place was more secure than the police station, but with billions of pounds worth of secrets inside, it didn’t really surprise me. Up until this point I’d only ever really heard about pharmaceutical companies, yet here we were, Aaron and me, standing inside the pristine glass jar that was Curvet Pharmaceutical. The nearest company to us that produced digoxin, they were based on the outskirts of Derby. Away from other factories and workers, to keep themselves safe. There were a hell of a lot of drugs here that people would want to get their hands on. I wanted to talk to someone about their security protocols and also about any disgruntled employees they might have.
Above the reception desk hung a giant curved television screen preaching the gospel that was Curvet. What it could do for you. How it could heal you. How it supported the community it worked beside. How it was campaigning to shape the younger generation and how it was helping Third World countries with the medicines they produced. Watching their message, I could easily believe all the world’s problems could be helped by Curvet.
But, if this were true, then why were we not seeing more evidence of it? Aaron was patiently waiting for our meeting to start, not even watching the show that
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