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Chapter Four

Eliot wiped the sweat from his face and frowned. "Hardison! Stop vomiting and help me pick up the body," Hardison lifted his head and started to gag. "Hardison," Eliot growled.

The hacker frowned. "I'm sorry if seeing a dead body is unsettling for me. Everyone isn't used to seeing dead bodies. We all can't be Eliot."

Eliot rolled his eyes. "Come here so we can get this over with."

"Give me a minute."

Eliot frowned but didn't argue. They've been shoveling for hours now and yet it felt like they've been at for twelve. They were carrying twice their weight; their knees felt as if it'll give out in any money; while sweat beat down their face. All the while they found merely six of the fourteen dead patients. Eliot would complain too if he found it would do any good.

Finally, Hardison collected himself and then helped the hitter throw the bodies in his trunk to take to Eliot's mortician friend.

Sophie woke up to her phone going off. She grumbled, her back aching from sleeping on the couch. She accidentally kicked Hardison as she stretched. He grumbled something, but he was too tired to move. Sophie smirked slightly and grabbed her phone.

"Hello?" she said into the phone.

"Soph, it's Tara. Nate wants me to check on you guys. Did you find anything?"

"I'm not for sure. Eliot and his friend, Marty, have been examining the bodies since midnight. What about you? What have you been able to get from the guards?"

"Not much., They're a tight little group. Either they're talking about their kids or their wives. None of them seem like people who would kill someone."

Sophie checked her watch for the time. 5:20 am. "With the right price people would do anything."

There was a pause before Tara spoke: "What if they're not the killers. We can't con honest people."

Sophie grabbed her jacket and fixed her hair into a ponytail. "Tara, they killed them. I talked with these patients. I've studied them. They're terrified of those guards."

"The other patient said not to trust anyone. These 'terrified.' patients could easily be lying to get out of the hospital as soon as possible. If anything, Dr. Crane could be doing this by himself."

"I think you're getting too personal with the guards. Don't forget that your friends might be people who hung, drowned, and poisoned fourteen innocent people."

Tara gave a hollow laugh. "I'm getting personal? Did you not hear Remy say that these so-called innocent patients will tear you down into insanity. Let's face it, Sophie, how many bad guys are we taking down here?"

Sophie frowned, not knowing the answer to her question. "I'll talk to you later."

She hung up on the blonde grifter before she could continue the conversation. She sighed as she laid her face in her palms, then joined Eliot downstairs. She shivered at the low temperature of the room.

"Where's Marty?" Sophie asked him.

"Taking the bodies back."

Sophie sat down on the empty table. "Have you found anything?"

"Whoever killed Takeshi did so professionally. The victim had no defensive cuts anywhere. He suffered one wound to his abdomen cavity, which was perfectly placed to kill him instantly. That, plus the presence of the note and fingerprints along with the makeshift knife, had both Marty and me convinced that this was a suicide."

"Past tense?"

Eliot grinned and made his way to the end of the table. "I found; however, needle marks on his head after we shaved his hair. Marty ran his tox screen and found Cyanide and a whole lot of Chlorpromazine. Never mentioned in the police report."

"Cyanide? Known as the suicide pill," she scoffed, "They really are trying to make it look like this was a suicide."

"Chlorpromazine is the medication for Schizophrenia and checked the record on Takeshi, and that is what it said he had."

"So, what, Dr. Crane thought hyping him up on his meds would cure him?"

Eliot shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone had needle marks on their scalps, but no one else had their medication in their system besides Dorothy, Olivia, and Takeshi. From the examination, Dorothy and Olivia died from their medicine. Overdosed. Everyone else who drowned was found with a bunch of chlorine in their lungs. Guessing whoever used it, did so as a gas. The only body we were having difficulty with was Audrey. She was the latest death, so maybe whoever killed all these people are evolving and getting better because we found no evidence of foul play."

Sophie frowned, "If they kill someone else, then they'll be no evidence to tie them back to it."

"Then we can't let anyone else get killed."