Dirty Martini (2007) by Ja (Aka J Kilborn) - Jack Daniels 04 Konrath

Author:Ja (Aka J Kilborn) - Jack Daniels 04 Konrath [Konrath, Ja (Aka J Kilborn) - Jack Daniels 04]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-03-25T19:13:50+00:00

Chapter 23

LIKE I'D DONE AT the Hothams' apartment, I closed my throat and sealed off my lungs, halting my breathing in mid-inhale. I also shut my eyes on reflex.

The chemical, or whatever it was, clumped onto my face and neck. It felt warm, slightly moist, almost like a beauty peel or a mud wrap.

I reached up to wipe the poison off, to get it off my face.

"Don't touch," the Chemist said. "That's tetraethyl pyrophosphate. Also known as TEPP. It can be absorbed through the skin, and the mucus membranes. If you rub it, you'll force it deeper into your pores."

I stopped. Time seemed to stop too. I had one of those this can't be happening to me thoughts, which did nothing to improve my situation.

"The first symptoms will be eye pain, headache, and cramps. That quickly progresses to chest pain, vomiting, loss of sphincter control, convulsions, paralysis, low blood pressure, and finally, death. Chances are, unless you can wash it off, you'll be dead within fifteen minutes. Sooner if you inhale."

I stuck my hands out, touched the fabric of his uniform, but he pulled away.

"Not on the first date, Jack. But maybe later. If you live through this. Bye, now. Best of luck."

I heard him walk off, and then all I could hear was the beating of my heart in my ears, and it was beating much too fast for me to make it through this alive.

I pushed aside the panic, which wasn't that hard to do because I had panicked so many times in the last few days, I didn't have much left in the tank.

Officer Sardina wouldn't be of help. She probably wouldn't even look up from her crayon art. And I dared not open my mouth to yell, because some poison might get in.

I needed to wash this off. That meant a sink. There was one on this floor, but I wasn't sure of the exact pathway. But on the second floor, I knew the bathroom was right down the hall from the stairs.

Could I make it to the second floor, with only half a chestful of oxygen, blind as a bat?

I had to try.

In my mind, I pictured where I stood in the Records room, tried to remember where the door was. Straight ahead, and to the left. I held my hands in front of me and began to walk in what I thought was a straight line.

I ran straight into a shelf, jamming my right pinky.

Readjust. Step to the left. Keep walking.

"Hey, don't point that thing at me, Creepy Man."

Sardina. Then she screamed. It was followed by choking. And gagging.

I had to focus. I walked fast, using the shelf as a guide. When it ended, I kept going forward until I reached the wall, and followed that left, seeking the doorway.

Vomiting sounds from Sardina. Then an eerie, pain-racked wail.

The wall stretched on. I bumped into a chair. Tripped over boxes. Walked fifteen steps. Twenty. Twenty-five.

Sardina began to scream. Wet, gurgling screams.

Where was that goddamn doorway?

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