Chapter 22
I signed a waiver then clung to Sebastien’s arm as both cop car and ambulance rolled away around the corner. Meanwhile, Sally Sugar slammed the door of her residence behind her so rapidly that it nearly caught the tail of the poodle being dragged on the end of its rhinestone-studded leash.
“Here,” I said, once the two of us were alone within the safety of Sebastien’s living room at long last. Then, remembering our mission, I dug in my pocket and dragged out the syringe I’d stashed there the night before. “It’s another d**g. That acted like an antidote....”
My feet slipped sideways as I spoke and Sebastien grabbed me under the arms to prevent my body from toppling over a second time around. “You’re not alright,” he noted. “Maybe I should take you to the hospital after all....”
