Chapter 5 - Unmasking the Doctor
Ten minutes later, two of my top security officers dragged Dr. Franklin Yates into the private study.
The doctor’s expensive Italian suit was rumpled, his wire-rimmed glasses crooked on his sweat-slicked face.
“Lawson, this is insane! What is the meaning of this restraint?” Yates stammered, avoiding my eyes.
I didn't answer with words; I simply picked up the silver locket and tossed it onto the desk in front of him.
Yates stared at the engraved initials on the silver surface, his jaw dropping in absolute terror.
“How... where did you get that?” he gasped, his composure completely disintegrating before our eyes.
“Evelyn just filled me in on your special arrangement with Crosby Vane,” I said, stepping into his personal space.
I drew my tactical sidearm, pressing the cold steel barrel directly against his temple.
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“Give me the neutralizer code for my children’s treatment, or you won't live to see sunset,” I growled.
Yates began to weep hysterically, his knees giving out until my guards held him upright by his arms.
