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Chapter 10

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Alan Parker orchestrated Kono's disappearance similarly to that of Jasper Mitchell, but with a few tiny modifications. First, he made a special phone call to summon two of his four usual assistants to the clinic. More than that would draw attention on a sunny Saturday morning. Then he removed the battery from her cell phone and disposed of the device in a medical waste box. He wasn't interested in her wallet and she certainly wouldn't need it ever again, so without looking through the compartments, that too was tossed into a medical waste container. Once sealed in that type of bin, chances were slim anyone would deign to look at the contents which where segregated for particular articles of dangerous waste.

He privately finished in the exam room by raising the sides of the exam table and wrapping Kono in two light sheets as if she were sleeping naturally. Dimming the lights, he left her there confident that she would remain undisturbed until he was ready to move her to the warehouse.

Secondly, and as calmly as possible because he was quite excited by now, he efficiently cleared the waiting room of the few remaining patients. Due to his lack of popularity and the concern for Doctor Jazz's unexplained absence, this second task was fairly easy. His last job was perhaps the most difficult as he approached the receptionist who was just ending a phone call.

"Mrs. Bishop." Nearly startling the older woman out of her seat, she jumped and almost dropped the receiver into the cradle. He grit his teeth at her obvious nervousness and then completely ignored her discomfort. "You can leave now. It's a slow morning and I'll close up."

It was eleven-fifteen and she frowned at the odd instructions. They never closed their doors early and she was very diligent about maintaining that policy. "But, we have forty-five minutes to go and suppose something happens or someone comes in with an emergency?"

Annoyed at being somewhat challenged, Alan continued to smile reassuringly though he was anxious and making detailed mental plans for his slumbering patient. "It's a beautiful day and not likely. I can handle anything should it come up."

"And .. well .. what about the young surfer? I didn't see her come out yet." She asked unexpectedly. Smiling more broadly, he explained that Ms. Kalakaua felt nauseous after the short procedure. To allay her fears, he even brought the receptionist over to see Kono curled up on the gurney under the light sheets. He spoke softly as if she were resting naturally and not so heavily medicated. His explanation was logical and Mrs. Bishop wound up accepting what he said.

"She took a hard tumble while surfing and bumped her head, too. She doesn't have a concussion, but I'll stay until she feels well enough to go home."

With that and though still a bit hesitant, Mrs. Bishop was gone and shortly afterwards two of Parker's men were strolling in calmly through the rear door. "Another one, Doc? It's a bit soon even for you." The driver remarked as he peered into the small exam room. Based on what he could see, the young Asian woman was exactly the type which Parker preferred.

"Don't tell me .. you couldn't pass up the opportunity .. again?"

He chuckled as if it were nothing when Alan smirked happily. "She's perfect and no. No, I most certainly could not pass her up."

"So, hey. When you two are done ... I like her car. I like it a lot." The younger of the two was fairly drooling over Kono's small red Cruze and Parker laughed as he graciously tossed him the keys.

"Fine. It's yours to keep as a bonus. Or, do what you want with it, but only after we handle our business for the day and we have a lot to do." Within thirty minutes of meeting at the clinic and locking the doors for the rest of the weekend, the three were at the warehouse as before; driving in and securing the large bulkhead doors against the blistering sun.

"How's our other guest doing?" Parker hadn't been there since dropping off Jasper Mitchell, leaving the ad hoc care up to his minions. Loathe for some reason to actually operate on or to go so far as to kill his peer outright, Parker had only demanded that Jazz be fed, watered and kept under lock until he decided what to do.

"He's non-communicative. I don't think he likes the solitary feel of his quarters." The driver announced as he came round the front of the doctor's SUV. The younger man was already jogging off to get a gurney to move Kono to the operating theater without having to be asked.

"Well, it can't be helped." Parker angrily stated. His own hesitancy on what to do about Mitchell irked him incessantly. "Is he eating?"

"Maybe. He might have stopped; it's like he's given up." The driver shrugged without really caring. "He gets bottled water and whatever food we bring him .. he had been drinking. Possibly not enough though. Does it matter?"

Making a face, the driver showed his distaste for the state of the small man-made cell. "It's not too clean in there and like I said ... he's not talking anymore. He just sits there and stares straight ahead. He's not exactly the life of the party."

Nearby, they heard the sounds of rubberized wheels rolling across the concrete warehouse floor. Parker had other and more important things to worry abut than the fate of one Jasper Mitchell. If he died by his own hands, then so much the better for Parker. It was an utterly illogical type of justification but it worked for Alan and he blithely accepted it.

With the driver's help, Alan moved Kono from the back of the SUV to the gurney. "So very lovely." Already forgetting about Jasper Mitchell, he breathed out happily at the luck he'd experienced that fine Saturday morning.

"She has so much to offer." The driver had known Parker for a long time and he simply rolled his eyes at the man's excitement. Over the years, the doctor had worsened in his habits and each act seemed to need a newer level of challenge to top the prior. Yet, the driver stayed on in a strange commitment to his long-time employer. Their younger friend had no stomach for it though and would leave the warehouse as soon as humanly possible to either spend his days' earnings or even dare to go for a joy-ride in his new car.

This woman wasn't on the roster and they might have buyers for each organ, but the driver also recognized a golden opportunity when he saw it regardless of his own gain. He knew that the doctor would need to make a series of phone calls to his best buyers to ensure what they had in their possession would be promptly accepted. As well as highly paid for. What wasn't claimed, Parker was happy enough to shelve as a souvenir of sorts. The driver recognized this as a new gory habit and still, chose to ignore it. His only concern was the increase in frequency and they would need to talk about that unnecessary risk.

"Where do you want her?" He asked as he tightened restraints around each wrist, ankle and Kono's waist.

"In the theater. Of course." Parker confirmed. "I'll keep her sedated and begin initial surgical preparation and then we can make necessary arrangements with our buyers. After, I can get right to work. I do hate to waste time."

Parker followed his two men as they wheeled the young woman to the room where he had shown Jazz the remains of Kylie Yuen. That particular young woman was now long gone and Parker had no idea precisely where; he allowed that same driver to make the various disposal arrangements. There was just so much he could do after all and the surgical arena was where he could flaunt his own expertise.

Thoughtfully, Parker studied Kono and then made a decision as he loosened the restraints. "Turn her please." With the driver's help, Parker rotated Kono on to her stomach and then readjusted the restraints once more. He would begin with her kidneys, move to her corneas, and end with heart and lungs so that life was not disrupted prematurely to damage the more priceless and sensitive organs.

Within minutes, he had Kono hooked up to two intravenous lines. One for basic fluids and one that dispensed a moderate anesthetic to keep her completely inured to what was about to happen.

None of it was done for her comfort but entirely to protect and keep healthy those organs he needed to so delicately harvest that day. With a pleased look, Alan couldn't stop grinning as he left the makeshift surgical room. "Alright. Let's see what we can do and then I'll get started."

~ to be continued ~