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Chapter 6
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Stunned by what was happening, Jasper had nothing to say as he was lugged along behind Alan. Arriving at the clinic with four other men, Alan had summarily demanded that the young doctor be taken along with a few large boxes of particular medical supplies which had been hidden in a cabinet he didn't even know existed in the old kitchen.
One of the men had then driven Jasper's car while he'd been bustled into the back of Alan's waiting SUV.
"I've been putting up with your grandstanding for too long. Not to mention your rudeness, lack of respect and disdain for my skills." Alan calmly said from the front passenger seat. He turned partially to face the rear where Jazz sat trapped between two large men.
"Why are you here? Is it the missing drugs? The lack of supplies?" Knowing full well those were the reasons, Alan poked sarcastically at Jasper without actually wanting a reply. He grinned conspiratorially at the two big men who flanked the young doctor in the back seat.
"You shouldn't have looked. You shouldn't have gotten involved." Alan informed him. "I'm going to first blame my dear old father and then Ramirez for what's going to happen next. Because then you .. you of all people had to get involved, didn't you, Jasper? I'm sorry to say that this is going to be so much more than you could have guessed."
His tone was almost sad and remorseful. But the nasty glitter to his eyes said so much more and Jasper's fear grew exponentially. Alan was suddenly different and more menacing. The man was more in his natural evil element and Jasper didn't know what to do.
"Alan. I don't understand." His voice was weak and tinny in his fear. Refusing to answer, Alan turned his back to face forward and to let his latest captive dwell.
They had zip-tied Jasper's hands in front and then had driven for a time turning once towards the ocean and a more industrial setting. Now they were inside a large warehouse near a series of old docks for the sounds of waves lapping its massive sides. They had taken both vehicles directly into the place and then large steel doors had been drawn tightly shut. Overhead banks of lights had flickered on and the vehicles had been parked side by side.
The warehouse stank of rotten fish, motor oil and old diesel which mixed unhealthily with the salt air. Oddly though and not so under the surface, was a faint antiseptic odor. Alcohol, iodine and something more akin to that of a hospital. After being pulled from the SUV, Parker sighed deeply at Jasper's growing distress and shrugged before turning away to stroll towards a dark corner.
"To answer your last question. You may never understand it, boy." He ground out in a dark drawl. Much the language of his father yet with a distinctly less friendly sound.
"It is the drugs then?" They were marching Jasper towards a rear stairwell and he automatically tried to slow his pace, but was shoved forward. Postal boxes and supplies that appeared to be from the clinic were stacked along a wall. From what Jasper could see, Ponch was clearly correct in his assumptions.
"You're dealing drugs. You're using the clinic as a front." He repeated himself and the lost his voice. He saw Alan's sly smirk from the side and knew he was wrong; it wasn't just the drugs. The expression was confusing and Jazz felt a cold trickle of sweat streak down his back. Holding a hand up, Alan stopped their small procession, turned and folded his arms with an obvious arrogance. He considered Jazz from head to toe, so much so, Jazz found himself squirming and the man to his right tightened the death grip he already had on his arm.
"Most of my patients don't understand their final contribution. But with you here, I have a chance to at least show .. you. What better way to share this but with another doctor. A valued peer." The dangerous smirk was more frightening than the words and Jazz suddenly felt sick.
"Actually, yes. This does seem like the right thing to do being as we are such good colleagues, you and I." Glaring once towards his two men, Alan gestured towards another section of the warehouse. By the looks of it, the large steel doors were nearer what would be the docks and Jazz felt a true fear sink into the pit of his stomach.
"No. Alan." The gasp was full of a harsh denial. Now needing to be physically dragged, he was breathless and pale by the time they'd escorted him there. With a grand flourish, Alan produced a key and unlocked one of the large doors and a blast of frigid cold air hit them all.
As the brief swirl of mist passed by, Jazz found himself standing in the doorway to a freezer that held numerous small boxes. Coolers really; white with large red lettering. Each was labeled in way he was most familiar with and he felt his legs begin to wobble.
"Alan?" Wheezing against the rising nausea, Jazz was given just enough time to absorb what he was being shown before he was dragged backwards. He was heaving against a sudden nausea by the time Parker closed the doors and relocked them.
"Don't worry. Not all are being used right now; their use depends upon my schedule and the need. However, the drugs are merely a cover, my boy. The clinic is simply a method for the means. While they do provide a bit of profit, what happens here in this warehouse is the real business .. behind the false business."
Parker laughed at Jasper's ashen complexion for his peer was so very naïve. The commercial refrigeration units and large freezers were just one benefit to the rambling warehouse. Originally used as part cannery and part import-export facility for a once booming fishing trade, he had needed to do little to convert particular rooms to his needs.
Other smaller rooms had been duly transformed to allow the surgeon to manage the finesse required to extract the organs where the true revenue would be found. His patients were brought to him through various means, including the random occasion presented to him through the front doors of the sad little island clinic.
Regardless of the source, he could weed out the single loners from those who might be missed. He also preyed on the homeless and any other migrant who would least likely have nosy family. As long as they were essentially healthy of mind and body which was part of the challenge.
Parker eyed Jazz again and sneered. "With your love of ethics, I'm sure you've checked off that little box on the driver's license about being an organ donor. You've always been so very noble, Jasper. You have always had so much to offer."
He fought then. In a sheer, blind panic he fought and struggled even if all he could do was fling himself through a door and into the ocean. But he was no match for the two men who easily held him captive with the third and fourth now joining to offer even more support. "You can't do this!"
"Who's going to look for you, Jasper?" The threat was whispered in his ear and Jasper knew the truth of it.
Halting by another door, his addled brain was slow this time. Slow to recognize a room transformed into an operating theater and slow to realize he was seeing the partially draped body of a young Asian woman.
"The corneas were stunningly beautiful on this one." Alan was about to wax on about the strength of Kylie Yuen's heart when Jasper choked and then gagged.
"She." He knew the name from his clinic and he remembered the reason for her visit. "Hand." Jazz couldn't speak enough to get out that he knew her case and that her only reason for visiting the clinic had been to care for a deep grease burn. In fact, he could see the formerly white bandage on the lax hand which lay across her stomach.
"She's dead?"
"Yes, Jasper. As I just said some coolers are being used .. other's are not." Bored and perhaps even amused, Parker patted the quaking arm with a great deal of condescension. "Though I don't do it all the time because it is admittedly a big risk. Tell me? What better way to identify an eligible donor than through my lovely trusted clinic."
The distraught young doctor was pleading inconsolably by the time he'd been dragged back to the same metal stairwell, but it fell on deaf ears. No one would look for him and no one would ever find him. Now too, he had Kylie Yuen's white-draped body embedded forever in his mind.
Sobbing hysterically and still bound, Jasper was forced down each steep step of the old metal staircase. At the foot of the landing, one of Parker's men slid the two bolts on a heavy steel door. One bolt was down low by the floor and the other was up high. Once open, Jazz realized that there was no handle on the inside. There would be no way out at all.
Under a truly panicked protest, he was bodily thrown to the dirty stained floor of the small concrete storage room which offered no windows or manner of light. Once the door slammed shut and was bolted firmly from the outside, he was plunged into complete darkness without another word from Parker or the men.
"What are you going to do with him?" One man softly asked Parker, who now seemed to be seething in a rage.
Staring at the storage room door and barely able to hear the anguished pleas of the man inside, he hesitated before walking away in a huff. "I don't know yet. Leave him for now until I decide. We have paying clients to tend to and shipments to finalize."
"And money to bank." The man added with a content sneer, pleased when Parker smiled in return.
~ to be continued ~