A Caduceus is for Killing

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by Diana Kirk


  Power? Money? A vaccine?

  What about the blood samples? Would they be able to figure out the vaccine from those papers Andrea was so worried about?

  He swore and hoped Andrea could piece it all together. He would've bet his next year's salary it was Hardwyn. The guy smelled guilty. From the looks of things, Hardwyn and Peter got caught in the crossfire. Canfield must've figured they all knew too much. Andrea was simply a means to the end--the journal. Krastowitcz hoped she'd at least have some of the answers. He turned the small leather book in his hand. The journal. Now, she was the only one left who could solve this puzzle.

  There were times when he hated being an investigator. Hated the mounting bodies, hated the pain of grief and guilt. This was one of those times.

  "Hey, Trent?" Krastowitcz slung a massive arm around his friend.

  "Get Iverson over here. Let's get this shit cleaned up and go home."

  Epilogue

  Andrea's physical wounds healed within a matter of weeks, leaving her voice with a trace of huskiness. Krastowitcz thought it very sexy, or so he professed. Sadly, the lost research journal only had sketchy notes.

  Professor DuBoismier arrived from France and evaluated all of Grafton's papers. DuBoismier hypothesized that although it might take several years to analyze the information, it would be accomplished and, ultimately, the vaccine would be available. He asked Andrea to assist with his research in Paris, but she declined in order to accept an offer to work at Dorlynd's Emergency Room until she could sort out the broken pieces of her life.

  Krastowitcz didn't care why, he was simply glad to have her near.

  Author's Notes

  Although the information regarding the AIDS vaccine is presently fictional, new studies are focusing on the T-cell and various methods of strengthening that cell via cell bathing, possibly turning it into a super-cell. In time, this may not turn out to be fiction after all.

  Diana Kirk

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Chapter IV

  Chapter V

  Chapter VI

  Chapter VII

  Chapter VIII

  Chapter IX

  Chapter X

  Chapter XI

  Chapter XII

  Chapter XIII

  Chapter XIV

  Chapter XV

  Chapter XVI

  Chapter XVII

  Chapter XVIII

  Chapter XVIX

  Chapter XX

  Epilogue

  Author's Notes

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