Rush

Chapter 8

Evan hit the deck, looking all kinds of shook. “No, messed up bad with the needles… I’m real sorry. Jet I might not be able to save Mr. Slater. His condition’s way worse than I thought!”

Dalton, dumped back in his wheelchair, was out again, barely breathing and bleeding from his nose

and mouth

Nick grabbed the freaked out doctor by the shirt, spiked with fury. “What’re you freaking out about? You said you could fix Mr. Slater, so do it! If he doesn’t make it, you’re done for!”

Evan was trembling, face gone pale. “Offing me ain’t gonna change anything. I didn’t see this coming. I thought I had it under control…”

Nick was fuming. “Argh… Fine, let’s get him to a hospital! Right now!” He l scrambled for his phone.

“No point; trying to move him now might do him in. Evan said.

. of Evan and

Nick’s phone crashed to the floor. His eyes wild, he was back in the professor’s face, shouting, “Then you better save him, got it? Whatever it costs, just do it!”

It’s a no–go. Someone slipped a needle in him. Unless we find who did it, we’re talking Mission Impossible, even for the best,” Evan sighed.

Evan’s words threw a loop on Nick. He thought, ‘A needle in him? How is that possible? Only Alicia and Lillian have been near him. But no, it couldn’t have been Lillian, and Alicia doesn’t know squat. about medicine. Could Sean be behind this mess? But now the first emergency is, what should I do?

Boss has just come to, and now he might be checking out for good. If people find out…”

Over at the Slater Manor, a line of cars rolled in, all neat and tidy. Sean was getting lifted out of a car. Word had hit him that Dalton might not make it, and it blew his mind.

in his wheelchair, Dalton had just come to the day before, and now he was at death’s door? Not caring about his busted legs, Sean hightailed it to the manor, crew and all. No way was he going to pass up a chance like this.

In the massive living room, Ellen stared down at a stock transfer form. Sean couldn’t stop grinning. “Mrs. Slater, Dalton’s not gonna last through the night. Just sign these papers and hand over your and Dalton’s shares to me. Once Dalton’s a goner, I’ll make sure he gets a fancy funeral. The Slaters won’t be shamed, not by me.”

But Ellen’s temper flared up. “What nonsense is that? Dalton’s okay! He’s not gonna die!” “Everyone kicks the bucket, and Dalton’s turn has come. You think I’m lying? Check this out.” Sean whipped out his phone, showing Ellen a picture of Dalton, out cold and bleeding.

“No way!” Ellen was shook and tried to grab the phone from him.

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Seán yanked it back, all smug “Believe it or not, it’s se real deal. The car crash didn’t do him in, but hes hot getting out of this one.

Ellen’s face went white–hot with rage. “What do you mean? Are you saying you caused Dalton’s crash?

Sean just let out a mean laugh. “What if I did?” He pressed on, all bitter, “Mrs. Slater, you may not have given birth to me, but you’ve been raising me since I was a kid. Why’s it always him that gets your help, and never me? Your son’s gone, and you’d still pick that jerk Dalton over me! But guess what, that jerk’s gone now too, and there’s nobody left to stop me!” His smile was all kinds of twisted. “Someone give Mrs. Slater a hand with that signature.”

Ellen pressed a hand to her chest, frowning hard. “My signature won’t do squat. I knew Dalton was living on borrowed time, so I had the lawyer shift the shares to Alicia way back. You want the shares? You’ll need to get Alicia’s John Hancock!”

shares to some

i could off Dalton,

Sean lost his temper completely, his face all warped with fury. “So you’d har outsider and not your own flesh and blood? What even am I to you? Alright, you think Alicia’s a problem? Boys, get to the Slater residence and snag me that Alicia Mayer!”

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