“Killing for money? Is this your first time, kid?”
“I swear! He said nothing serious would happen and that he’d be fine by tomorrow.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jonas. Ma’am, my name is Jonas Bianco.”
“You know, Bianco, I would have no problem killing you right here, hiding your body in the bathroom, and letting them discover you two days from now when you’re rotting beside the toilet. I swear I wouldn’t feel any remorse, and by tomorrow I probably wouldn’t even remember you. Maybe you deserve it for being a nurse and not knowing what medication you’re holding.”
“Please, ma’am, don’t!”
The young man’s desperation is obvious.
“Then you’re going to help me get out of here. Understood? Tell anyone who asks that you’re taking Mr. Lorenzo and Miss Alexandra for diagnostic tests. We’ll go to th
