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Chapter 562 Future Prediction

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Margaret's eyes lit up as she watched Carl Namid pour her a double Scotch and reached the glass across his desk to her. They were once again meeting at his home office. Margaret snuggled into the soft leather chair. Carl looked at her with thinly disguised contempt. The woman was a drunk, but that had been a useful trait for him to exploit.

"I had lunch with Knowles," Margaret began before taking a sip of Scotch.

Carl frowned. He'd told her not to do that, but of course she hadn't listened to him. She was such a stupid woman.

"I thought we discussed this and you weren't going to do that," he said failing to keep the anger out of his voice.

"It's a damned good thing I had lunch with her. I wanted to kind of feel her out and see how things stood. She kept talking you up to me making you sound like you're the greatest surgeon ever."

"She was accurately assessing my abilities," he said drily. He wasn't under any illusions about his declining surgical skills. Fortunately, he no longer needed to be a competent surgeon for his new businesses. In fact, his declining skill was an advantage.

"Well, at least you think well of yourself," Margaret said tartly. "I think she suspects something with you and that's why she was praising you."

"What does she suspect?"

"I don't know, but I've looked at her computer activity and she knows about all the infant deaths. I mean they were all high risk surgeries, so no one is concerned, but we can't have Knowles continuing to dig around. When we injure her, it will give us some time to wind up the business, but she can still dig when she recovers. Even with an injured hand, she can do consults, so she'll still have some access to the computer system."

"I need six more months with this new revenue stream," Carl said. Owning his own tropical island was almost in reach and he wasn't going to give up on his dream. Knowles was the only obstacle.

"I will tell her tomorrow about the conference next week. I'm just going to tell her that you realize you can't go to the conference this year and she is going in your place."

"I've got everything arranged with the guys."

"I still think a more permanent arrangement for Knowles would be in everyone's best interests," Margaret insisted, finishing her Scotch.

"And it's murder," Carl pointed out. "We haven't done much to draw much if any prison time. We escalate by killing Knowles, I could get locked up for the rest of my life."

"We're making so much money now, it's too bad we have to wind that down. Without Knowles around, there's no reason we can't continue and even build our business."

Carl didn't point out it wasn't our business; it was his business. Margaret was a glorified employee and nothing more. He could continue without her. She just expedited things, nothing more.

After he saw Margaret to the door, he refilled his glass and took a gulp of Scotch. He didn't want any part of murder.

It suddenly occurred to him that there was a time when murder wasn't murder and that's when it was an accident. Dr. Knowles could be the victim of a tragic pedestrian hit and run. All the guys Eric was hiring needed to do was wait for their chance and smash into her, killing her. Cali was plagued with hit and run accidents and the cops could find the stolen car nearby with an empty bottle of booze. Just another drunk driver killing someone. The cops would make a minimal effort and close the case.

He would have to pay out a little more for the job on Knowles, but with her gone, his business could continue. Carl leaned back in his chair with a smile.

Knowles was going to die and soon.