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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 226 Cash Baby
Margaret followed Carl Namid into his home office expensively furnished in antique leather with a bookcase filled with first editions of classic books including a complete set of Charles Dickens' works. He'd never read any of the books on his shelves. They were a symbol of wealth, status and success. Reading the books would have lowered their value.
He handed her a Scotch and poured himself one. They touched glasses.
"To more dead babies," he said.
Margaret frowned.
"That isn't funny."
"Relax. Not only did we get the dead baby, but I and the hospital made a nice chunk of money for the failed surgery."
Margaret swallowed her drink quickly and held out her glass for more. He splashed another inch in the glass.
"How did you get the parents to agree to the surgery?"
"Told them there was a 30% chance the kid would live."
"There was next to no chance," Margaret said.
"People need hope. Who knows? Maybe a miracle happens, my hands make magic and the baby lives."
"I don't know how you can do what you do."
Carl's dark eyes flashed with anger.
"Don't act so fucking holy. Some babies should die. We keep them alive to medically and legally torture them and milk the insurance companies and their families for every cent we can while the babies suffer unspeakable pain. We just sedate the shit out of them until they are too weak to cry."
"I have to get back to prison also known as my husband and kids," Margaret said. She reached into her large hand bag and pulled out an envelope stuffed with cash and shoved it across the desk at Carl. "They want all the dead babies you can get."
"What else is new? We'll just have to see what comes in the door."
"Have you taken care of our Dr. Knowles problem?"
"Yes, but it's going to cost. Tell our friends, I need $10,000 more."
"They aren't going to like that," Margaret warned.
"I know how much they are making off our little business. They can cough up the money or maybe the supply line shuts down."
Margaret finished her drink and looked longingly at the Scotch decanter.
"I'm not giving you anymore. That Boy Scout cop David Hale will pull you over if you're drunk. You know how much he loves to bust drunk drivers."
"I'll let you know about the $10,000."
"Just get me the money," he snapped.
He walked Margaret out of his house and returned to his office where he sat down for another night of drinking. He would be glad to get out of Charming and out of this whole business.
At least performing abortions didn't make his skin crawl.