7 Billion Pills

The world has been swept by an unusual migraine tablet...
And no-one can seem to get rid of it.
The burden falls on Miss Katie Chase to stop the pill's effects from spreading...

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9. Placing Blame

I let go of his ID and let it slowly retract, away from me as my eyes trailed up his torso so that they were fixed, boring into his. "If you think that you can get away with this..." I hissed threateningly, but he interupted me.

"But, I already have." he whispered callously, smirking and taking a step backwards.

"How so?" I asked, sarcastically, but also quite curious as to his reasoning.

"Well, what have I done?" he asked, looking at me sceptically, his expression mocking and harsh.

"You have illegally drugged your patient," I responded coldly.

"How do you know that?" he asked coolly, averting his gaze back to the monitor, a grin spreading over his face.

"Well, your patient has a drug related problem; you denied that you had given him anything, yet I know this not to be true because you have on-site access, and you basically just admitted it to me." I replied, taking another aggressive step forward, so I could pick up the disgusting scent of stale blood eminating from the patient. "Look..." I growled, "He's so drugged he's almost dead."

"He's a very old man..." Dr. Straiker chuckled, "And you are a very intelligent lady, for 23, Miss Chase..." he smiled devilishly.

"Doctor, if you please," I interrupted.

"Doctor Chase, you have no evidence against me. I am, in te eyes of anyone taking a fesh eye on our conversation, innocent." He took a particular malevolence in drawling this last word, and it's spine-tingling iciness was the key to the treasure-trove of lies it concealed.

"I have this," I said, pointing to the man sprawled across the table. The doctor merely laughed, before rummaging around in his pocket, and replying, "You do not have the right to touch him, Doctor Chase, and I can have him dead-" his hand hovered menacingly over a red button on his desk, from which protruded a long, thin tube that spiralled like a vine into the patient's solutional valve.

I gulped. "Will that be all?" I whispered, trying desperatley to conceal my anxiety. Dr. Straiker nodded.

"Yes, it will. And may I pay you a sincere compliment, Miss Chase? You are, by far, the best riddle I have ever had the chance to solve."

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