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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 322 Under Control
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Carl Namid relaxed in his study with a glass of scotch. It had been a particularly good week or bad week depending on the point of view. Three babies had died during surgery. He wasn't cold and ruthless. He selected the babies that died during surgery based on what kind of quality of life the babies would have if the surgery had been successful. He was making the decision the parents didn't have the courage to make.
He had some compassion for parents desperate for their baby to live. They were past the point of doing what was actually in the best interests of their infant. That's where he stepped in. Of course, there was a financial incentive, but he'd never killed a baby who would have had a normal life.
"You had a good week," Margaret said. She opened her purse and handed Carl a thick envelope stuffed with cash.
"Keep those sick near death babies coming," Carl said drily.
He poured her some scotch without bothering to ask. She'd never turned down a drink in the three years he'd known her.
"You do have the best scotch," Margaret said as she accepted the glass.
"You could have the best scotch too. You just have to buy it."
"My husband would have a stroke if I bought a bottle of expensive scotch."
Carl shook his head with disgust.
"I can't believe you allow your husband to control you like that."
"It just avoids fights. I'd get a divorce but I don't know who would get the kids. Neither of us would want custody. I hated being a mother, but still I had to have a second kid. Maybe when they are older, it will be better."
"Probably going to be a hell of a lot worse," Carl said with a trace of malice in his voice. "You haven't hit the teen years yet."
"Oh, shit," Margaret said. "I didn't think of that. Maybe I'll just take my secret stash of money and run away. Make it look like my son of a bitch of a husband killed me. He goes to jail and my bitch sister gets stuck raising my demon spawns. Pay her back for all the hell she put me through when we were kids."
"Nothing like some sisterly love."
"Never felt any of that," Margaret said. She reached into her handbag again and pulled out another envelope stuffed with money. "This is for taking care of Dr. Knowles. What did you do?"
"She's under control. That's all you need to know."
Margaret finished her drink and looked longingly at the scotch decanter.
"You can let yourself out," Carl said dismissively.
Margaret left her face flushed with anger over the way he'd dismissed her.
Carl poured himself another scotch, pulled out the brochures of islands for sale and thought about his future living on an island with beautiful barely legal girls waiting on him hand and foot. Life was good and, for now, he had Dr. Knowles under control.