Chapter Eight
Carnal Crimes
Dr. Woolsey straightened up next to Treise’s bed. “She’s coming around now. The drug is finally wearing off.”
“We need to get some answers from her,” Richard said. “Can she talk?”
“Probably, but don’t expect her to say much. From the label on the vial we found in her nightstand, I would say she was heavily overdosed with a dangerous aphrodisiac. I’ve warned you people not to...”
“Got to...make Richard...” Treise mumbled, and her eyelashes fluttered.
“Treise,” Richard said, “where is Lissa?”
“Richard love me.” Her eyes opened, wandering, trying to focus on the faces hovering over her.
“Where is my sister?” Allan insisted.
“Sister? Who...oh, Richard, you’re here.” She struggled to lift her arms, but they only trembled.
“Treise, can you hear me?” Richard
