“I’m quite sure that you and your legal team will be able to delay the legal proceedings, clear your company, and regain your equipment and files and have your key employees back on the job within 1 to 2 years. But that will be too late for you, won’t it, my aging, crippled friend?” taunted McCauley as he lowered himself to bring his eyes to the level of the elder businessman’s.
“As you well know,” he continued, “I cannot help those poor girls that you had murdered and I cannot connect you directly to their deaths but I can damn well make sure that you are unable to do anything like that again.”
Jenny watched McCauley say these words as he stared coldly into the Doctor’s eyes. She did not recognize the man standing before her. The man she knew as teacher and as friend was gone, replaced by the eloquent executioner who spoke once more.
“You will grow weaker and weaker each day without your serum until you are unable to gather even the strength for a single breath of air and then you will die. You will rot in hell for eternity, which is far less than you deserve.”
McCauley rose from the trembling old man in the wheelchair and looked sadly over at Jenny. She felt his pain as their eyes met briefly. He turned and nodded to the other visitors that it was time for them to leave and he walked slowly toward the door.
“You see, my dear Doctor,” he said turning back toward the weeping Albert Scheiter, “that while it is true that we don’t have enough evidence to convict you… we have more than enough to condemn you.”
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
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
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