Chapter 10 - Consulting An Independent Toxicologist Outside The Estate Grounds
The next morning, I requested a three-hour personal leave to run household errands in the nearby town. Gerald looked suspicious, but the agency notes had specified personal time flexibility in my contract.
I drove my battered sedan ten miles away to a quiet commercial strip outside Greenwich. Finding a private independent laboratory offering walk-in chemical analysis, I parked around back.
The lab technician, a tired-looking middle-aged woman named Dr. Helen Vance, looked up from her microscope. Can I help you, miss? she asked, adjusting her thick wire-rimmed glasses.
I need an emergency expedited chemical assay on an unknown liquid sample, I stated firmly, placing the vial on her desk. Dr. Vance picked up the vial with gloved fingers, examining the viscous clear fluid inside.
Is this a controlled substance or biohazard? she asked, her voice turning cautious. It's a poison being administered slowly to two six-year-old children, I answered without blinking.
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Dr. Vance stared at me for a long second before sitting down at her terminal to generate a rush ticket. Cost is five hundred dollars cash for a forty-eight-hour full spectrum breakdown, she said quietly.
I pulled out my savings envelope, counting out the bills onto her desk without hesitation. Call this number the second you have results, I instructed, sliding my burner phone card across the counter.
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