Cardiac Arrest by Richard Laymon

Author:Richard Laymon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9780785749837
Publisher: Bt Bound
Published: 1984-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

Joyce twisted her hands, trying to free them from the ropes while her mother gasped for air and jerked her head from side to side.

"No!" Joyce cried out. "Bud! Please! Hurry!"

The man raced into the kitchen. His hands were empty. His face was red, his eyes full of fear. "I couldn't find them!" he blurted out.

"They have to be there! No---wait.

Maybe they're in the bedroom. Try the bedroom. Look on the dresser."

He dashed away again.

The legs of Mom's chair bounced against the floor as she bucked and squirmed.

Then the chair fell sideways. The chair hit the floor with an awful crash.

"Mom!"

Her mother lay on her side, fighting for each breath. Her body struggled against the ropes. The overturned chair pounded and squeaked on the tile floor. Her face was very red. Joyce saw blood trickling from her mother's nose.

Suddenly Joyce pulled one of her hands free. Her left hand was still tied to the chair frame, and both feet were bound to the metal legs. But her right hand was free. Twisting, she started to pick at the knot on her left wrist. It was very tight. She heard rushing footsteps but kept pinching and tugging at the rope. It wouldn't give at all.

"Hold it!" Bud shouted.

Joyce looked up. He was drawing the revolver from his belt, aiming it at her.

"I've got to help!" she cried out.

Then Bud saw the woman lying on the floor. His eyes grew very wide. "Oh, lady," he said. "Don't do this to me!"

"The pills," Joyce gasped. "Did you find them?"

He shook his head. He rubbed his arm across his face to wipe the sweat off.

"Untie me," Joyce demanded. "I can find them."

"No way." He kept staring at Mrs. Walther. His tiny eyes were wide open.

He licked his lips as he tried to figure out what to do. He paced up and down the kitchen like a nervous animal trapped in a cage.

"If you won't untie me, then call the paramedics!"

"Are you nuts?" he asked. But he stopped by the phone.

"Quick! There still might be time to save her!"

"I can't call no paramedics," Bud said. He moved away from the phone.

"Do you want to go up for murder?"

"I can't call no...His words stopped. His eyes bulged. Joyce's mother had stopped her wild shaking. She lay on her side, still bound to the chair, her cheek against the floor. Her eyes were closed now. She didn't seem to be moving at all.

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