Before the Proof by Williams Gary & Knerly Vicky

Author:Williams, Gary & Knerly, Vicky [Williams, Gary]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

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At 1:18 a.m., Aaron Conin found himself sealed in the bathroom. The locked door handle rattled and shook violently. He had not planned for an escape and had instinctively retreated to the nearest door for protection.

Now he was trapped.

This had not been the reaction he had expected. The client had lost his mind when Conin pressed for answers about the test sample. Conin’s hypothesis, which must have been right on the money, had struck a nerve. He had severely misjudged the client, never considering that violence would ensue from their discussion.

The door rattled harshly, and a steady stream of barely muffled words indicated that the anger outside was reaching a crescendo.

The discovery was monumental. There was enough credit to go around. All Conin was asking was to be part of it; to share in a small portion of the money to be made. There would be interviews, speaking engagements, television appearances, and so on. Instead, he was trapped in his bathroom in mortal fear for his life.

Conin was not a fighter. If the client got to him, he knew his life was over. The door continued to shake violently. His heart was pounding in his ears as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He desperately looked around the bathroom for a weapon. He saw toothpaste, toothbrush, deodorant stick, dental floss, Vaseline, a bar of soap, and his electric shaver, which might be the only viable alternative. Yeah, because many skinny guys have fended off an attacker armed only with an electric shaver, he thought.

He forced himself to think amid the constant banging and frenetic noise that echoed in the small bathroom. He was not ready to die and would not concede the possibility.

Then all went quiet as the door suddenly stopped shaking. From the other side of the locked door, the client’s threatening words seeped into the bathroom. They were no more than a whisper, but arrived with authoritative coldness that caused Conin’s blood to chill: “Father, forgive me for what I am about to do to this man.”

In a moment of terror, Conin saw the door handle jiggle. It partially turned one way, then the other, and he could hear the tink of metal being inserted into the lock hole. It was being picked.

He pivoted his eyes around the room, landing on the bathroom mirror. He momentarily stared at his own reflection; at his horrified, ashen face. How had this nightmare become his reality?

He was going to die.

His knees turned to jelly, and his stomach flopped as he heard the metal continue to ply from the other side of the door. He swallowed a lump that slid down his throat with an ache. His entire body shook uncontrollably.

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