Murder by Prescription

by Breakell Richard

  Murder by Prescription

  Breakell Richard

  Austin Macauley Publishers

  Murder by Prescription

  About the Author

  Dedication

  Copyright Information ©

  Acknowledgment

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  About the Author

  This is Richard Breakell’s first novel, a dream realized after many years of pushing and prodding by his family. It is with great sorrow, this will also be Richard’s last novel with his unexpected passing during the publication process.

  Father, Grandfather, Brother, and great friend to so many, he was loved, and respected in numerous circles in many countries. Of spiritual and religious belief, he was a daily inspiration to his family, friends and colleagues.

  He lived a well-rounded life, which included careers in broadcasting, international real estate, telecommunications, and his last years spent as an entrepreneur dabbling in numerous business ventures, including pursuing his goal of publishing this novel.

  He is deeply respected for his mentoring, and sponsorship of dozens in Alcoholics Anonymous, of which he was involved for almost 40 years. His wisdom, friendship, love, and positive outlook impacts their lives to this day.

  Richard has now joined his middle Son on the next great adventure, and is survived by two of his three Sons, seven Grandchildren, two Sisters, and the hundreds of souls he touched. As his eldest son, my brother and I hope you enjoy my Father’s first novel, a subject of which he had deep concern and impacts all of us daily.

  R.I.P. Dad/Dick…you are loved by many.

  Dedication

  To my Mother: I should have said ‘thank you’ more often.

  Copyright Information ©

  Richard Breakell (2020)

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher.

  Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data

  Breakell, Richard

  Murder by Prescription

  ISBN 9781643782096 (Paperback)

  ISBN 9781643782102 (Hardback)

  ISBN 9781645366898 (ePub e-book)

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2020908362

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  First Published (2020)

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  Acknowledgment

  For years, my eldest son told me to write,

  So, I finally did!

  For years, my middle son tried to alert me about Big Pharma,

  So, I finally am!

  For years, I have waited to thank my youngest son,

  So, I finally can!

  You are my three best friends.

  ***

  All I needed was the spark to get started. That spark happened one day over lunch, when my friend, Chet, a published writer, said some magic words that lifted me “off the starting blocks”.

  Thank you, Chet!

  ***

  When the plotline seemed at an end, I would wander down the street to my longtime friend, Lin, and she would “prop me up” with her wisdom and support.

  After a few chapters, I asked her to give me an honest assessment – am I a writer?

  The answer was yes and that “lifted me off the runway”.

  ***

  Reading about writers, I never understood the reverence paid to editors…until now. I assumed that because I could write, then it followed that I could edit.

  After my fourth edit, I finally accepted the kind offer from my good friend, Pam, a retired editor, and thirty-nine hours later, we have this finished product. I am forever grateful.

  And finally, to my anonymous friends, whose comments kept me staying the course and doing the next right thing.

  Prologue

  Marty sat staring at the wall. Three weeks and three days ago, he had been sitting in a cubicle musing that his squirrel cage existence looked permanent. A chance encounter and he was launched into 17 days of fulfilled dreams, conspiracy, intrigue, failure, death, and success. He felt like he had not had time for a deep breath.

  Chapter 1

  The job market was bleak for Marty Cooper when he had graduated college with his master’s in both biochemistry and computer engineering. After many interviews, he finally accepted a junior position with a mid-size pharmaceutical company, basically factchecking other people’s work.

  His penchant for research still held top priority. In his off times, during the three-year daily drudge, he pursued his research and could only hope that one day, he would be discovered.

  One evening, Marty was explaining his dream over drinks with Tim Franzden, an old college buddy. Tim was impressed and introduced Marty’s work to the executive assistant of Derek Maurrel, the president of Chiles, Arken, and Associates, a major player in the Pharmaceutical Industry. Two months passed and Marty’s normally optimistic nature was taking a beating. He seemed destined to toil in obscurity forever. He had all but forgotten about the incident when he got a call requesting an interview.

  The heavy traffic on the Dallas Toll Way the morning of the interview, combined with blustery and rainy weather, advertised an omen of misfortune. Convinced he was going to be late, Marty thought, Great… how to blow a lifetime opportunity.

  Cutting off a woman heading to a parking space, he arrived on time. The elevator doors opened on the 15th floor and he was presented with the opulence of a major corporate player. The receptionist desk seemed bigger than his current office with serious and determined people buzzing around, which did nothing for his confidence.

  “May I help you,” asked a stunningly beautiful receptionist.

  “Uh… Yes… thank you. I am here to see Derek Maurrel… I have an appoint…”

  “Of course, Mr. Cooper, Mr. Maurrel is expecting you. My name is Crystal. Please follow me.” He couldn’t help admiring the view as she led him down a short hallway, entered a code at the doorway, and was admitted to an array of glass and mahogany.

  Feeling like the new arrival at the zoo, Marty followed Crystal down the middle aisle past offices on both sides, being met with curious secretarial stares
. Stopping near the end, Crystal announced his arrival to the attractive thirtyish gatekeeper, Kelly, and thanking Marty, turned and left.

  “Hello, Mr. Cooper,” smiled Kelly, “Nice to meet you. Your fiend, Tim, has spoken highly of you. May I get you something to drink.” She got up and led him to a sofa beside the office door.

  “N… No, thank you,” stuttered Marty

  “Mr. Maurrel will be with you in a moment.” His nervousness was all too apparent and Kelly said, with a comforting smile, “Mr. Maurrel is excited to meet you.”

  Marty took a deep breath. “Thank you,” he said.

  The door behind Kelly opened and a six-foot, dark haired, handsome man approached Marty. “Marty,” he said, extending his hand, “Derek Maurrel… nice to finally meet you. You have created quite a stir around here. Come in.”

  Marty was struck dumb. “Uh… Nice to meet you, Mr. Maurrel.”

  “No…No… The name is Derek, please,” he said as he ushered them into an office the size of Grand Central Station. Derek pointed at the sofa arrangement in one corner.

  “Sit down, Marty. Kelly,” he yelled, “bring us two coffees. How’s the family, Marty.”

  Marty was dizzy. He had prepared for the usual, formal give-and-take introductions. Not this ‘hail fellow – well met’ routine.

  Reading his thoughts, Derek said, “Please, excuse me, Marty. I shouldn’t be so forward. Let me explain that you have been thoroughly ‘vetted’, so I know quite a bit about you. The truth is I was excited to meet you and when I get excited, I tend to go overboard. Please, forgive me.”

  “No problem, sir,” said Marty

  “SIR?” boomed Derek, “I thought we had settled this. It’s Derek. Now, then… tell me about yourself.”

  “Well,” began Marty, “I am married, and have been for 3 years. We have a little two-year-old girl named Cara.”

  “Wonderful,” exuded Derek, “starting out with the all-American family. Before long, you’ll have two, three children and be a bona-fide citizen.”

  They both laughed as Kelly arrived with the beverages.

  “Thank you, Kelly. Please close the door and we don’t want to be disturbed”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “So now, Marty, enough chitchat. You’re probably wondering just what this is all about. First of all, I want to apologize for the delay in getting back to you. Frankly, I didn’t get to see your research until about a week ago. Somehow, it just kept slipping through the cracks. My fault. But I want you to know that I was very impressed with what you have accomplished. Let me get ‘right to the meat’. As I said, we have vetted you and are completely satisfied with all the attributes you will bring to the industry. Yes, I did say, ‘will bring’. We want to help you activate the research plan you have worked on so hard.”

  If Marty was overwhelmed before, he now was completely unable to react. He sat with his mouth open, staring at Derek.

  “Marty,” said Derek, “are you all right. Say something.”

  “I… um… Of course… uh…thank you… I think.”

  Derek roared with laughter. “I know I am unorthodox, Marty, but it saves time and bullshit. Just so you don’t think I am completely off my rocker, let me tell you that I am a believer that nothing happens by mistake and the timing of your research could not have been better. We have been watching the growing ‘push back’ from the, how shall we say, ’natural medicine community.’ Frankly, I wish we could ignore them completely, but that would not be prudent. We need to get out ahead of them and create and launch a comprehensive program debunking their supposed experts and letting the world understand that the drug industry is their best friend with the best solutions. Your thorough research into the new media and ‘Big Data’1 has fleshed out our sketchy knowledge and made us aware of new tools to help in the launch of our products.”

  “Thank you, Derek.”

  “No… Thank you. Not only have you shown us a whole new avenue, but you have given yourself a new life.”

  “A new life?”

  “Yes,” Derek barked, “and we are going to work that life out, right here and now”

  Derek shifted to face Marty square on, “We are prepared to facilitate the launching of your own company. You will have your own people, your own office and total autonomy. Why are we doing this? Because we believe there is a need for a company that the entire Pharmaceutical Industry can turn to when it needs quick, comprehensive, and expert responses to any ‘push back’ from the’natural medicine’ naysayers. Your company will be creating the ‘front line’ defense to put these’do-gooders’ down. Does that sound like a winning program.?”

  Barely able to open his mouth to respond, Marty squeaked out, “I think it’s wonderful, but…”

  Derek slapped the coffee table, “The word, I want to hear, is fantastic.”

  Marty’s head was spinning. This whole thing was moving way too fast. Before he could put any thoughts together, Derek continued.

  “Now let’s talk financing!” he rose from the sofa and moved to his desk, grabbing a sheath of papers, “read these over tonight and then we will talk again tomorrow. I think you will find this a sufficient beginning and I stress beginning. Marty, I think this demonstrates that we have total confidence in your talents, your vision, and your enthusiasm and are excited to begin a long and mutually productive relationship.”

  Marty stood up as Derek handed him the papers and they shook hands. “Thank you, Derek,”

  “Nonsense. My thanks to you. Please, set a time with Kelly and I will see you tomorrow.” As if on cue, the door opened and Kelly ushered Marty out.

  The elevator reached the ground floor long before he did. He was on a cloud. He had quickly peeked at the first page of the papers and all he could see was the number… $200,000.

  ***

  Immediately after the meeting with Marty, Derek punched the CEO, Tom Chiles’ intercom.

  “Well,” snapped Tom.

  “Perfect,” replied Derek.

  “Great. Come on up and fill me in,” replied Tom, smiling as he leaned back in his chair. Things are moving right along, he thought.

  CEO, Tom Chiles came from humble beginnings and was truly a self-made man; having graduated summa cum laude with a master’s in microbiology from a major ivy league school, he then moved on to a doctorate and subsequently acquired an MBA. These combined achievements garnered much interest from major international pharmaceutical companies. Upon selecting InterPharma, he quickly moved up the ladder and pioneered breakthroughs in healthcare research.

  Reaching his ceiling after only five years, his ambition, together with his financial participation in many patents and the acquisition of financial partners, allowed him the wherewithal to form his own company – Chiles, Arken, and Associates.

  With his education, experience, funding, and unbridled ambition, he quickly propelled his company into the highly profitable and competitive world of big pharmaceuticals (Big Pharma).2

  “Come in. I want to hear all about it,” Tom said enthusiastically. Accepting the offered glass of Scotch, Derek smirked at Tom.

  “Yes… A well-earned celebratory drink. He bought into it all. I almost feel sorry for him. He left the room with stars in his eyes.”

  “Good work, Derek. What’s the path from here?”

  “We will hear from him tomorrow, no doubt, accepting the offer. We’ll set him up with that suite of offices on fourteen, and commence the plan,” Derek said smugly.

  Tom frowned, “We need to make sure he is covered under a non-disclosure/ non-compete agreement.”

  “Of course, he will be tied down completely. Tom, I assure you, this kid is perfect, or I wouldn’t have given him the offer. His research has been flawless and I don’t want him talking it over with anyone else. He’s an ideal mixture of talent and naiveté. He will be so knocked out with the offer that suspicion will not even enter his head. By the way, I am going to have their home wired, just to be safe.”

  “What about
the wife… what’s her name… Myra?”

  “She is the perfect ’Stepford Wife.’ No problem.”

  Tom leered, “Would I like her… just kidding.”

  “Are you…?” they both chuckled.

  Tom stared out the window for a moment. “First, you were right. I have from sources he is a very likable guy and that’s what we wanted. I am a little concerned that he might be too green for what we need.”

  “I am convinced that I can toughen him up and still keep that naïve nature,” Derek contended, “let me work with him for a few months and you won’t recognize him. Besides, even if we must jettison him, we will have enough on him to get our money’s worth. I am working with ‘legal’ to be sure that we are totally transparent and separate from his company… Cooper Consulting.”

  Tom paused, “Do you see any ‘downstream’ problems?”

  Derek shook his head, “No. But if anything should develop, we can always come up with an exit strategy… like a moral claim or something.”

  Tom chuckled, “That kid… You’ve got to be kidding.”

  ***

  On his drive home, Marty felt like the car was floating. He kept looking at the folder on the seat. He wanted to pull over and digest the contents, but decided to do it together with Myra. He picked up his cellphone. Myra answered breathlessly, “Well”

  “My he called her by his nickname for her…are you home yet?”

  “Pulling into the driveway.”

  “Good… get the best bottle of wine open and… better still, I think we have some champagne. Put it in the fridge and I’ll be home in about twenty minutes.”

  “Marty… this isn’t fair. What happened?”