Next Exit, Use Caution by CW Browning

Author:CW Browning
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Female Assassin Thriller, New Jersey Fiction, espionage suspense books, fast-paced action suspense, Strong female Thriller, Female Spy books
Publisher: CW Browning
Published: 2019-02-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Stephanie sipped her beer and stared blindly across the living room. She’d been feeling numb since Viper uttered those words on the porch at the funeral home.

“`It came from Cooper Hospital the day John died.’”

The words echoed in her mind, and Stephanie shook her head. At first, she hadn’t understood the implication. She just looked at Alina blankly in shadows, wondering what she was talking about. It was Blake who sucked in his breath beside her as he realized what Alina was saying.

John’s death wasn’t because of the accident.

Stephanie fought back an almost overwhelming wave of frustration, taking a deep breath and trying to focus. Once Blake realized what was going on, he’d asked a few pointed questions. Alina answered them calmly and concisely. That was when Stephanie learned about the doctor wearing a white lab coat who disappeared as John went into cardiac arrest. That was also when Stephanie learned that potassium chloride was still part of an assassin’s arsenal.

The door behind her opened and Buddy bounded in, shaking himself off inside the door as Blake followed, closing the door behind him.

“It’s getting chilly out there,” he said, flipping the deadbolt. “I thought it was Spring.”

“They said a cold front was coming through tonight,” said Stephanie absently. “It’ll warm up again tomorrow.”

Blake glanced at the beer in her hand and headed to the kitchen to get one for himself.

“You ok?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Define ok,” she muttered, raising the bottle to her lips.

Buddy watched his owner disappear into the kitchen, and looked at Stephanie, sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table. Deciding she was more settled, he ambled over and dropped his head onto her leg, gazing up at her with soulful brown eyes. Stephanie smiled and slid her hand over his head, scratching behind his ears.

“On a scale of one to five, how pissed off are you?” Blake asked, coming back with a beer in his hand.

“Ten.”

He nodded and dropped onto the couch beside her. Buddy transferred his head from Stephanie’s leg to Blake’s lap, his hind quarters wiggling happily.

“You had no idea?” he asked.

“How could I? She never told me anything! She just gave me the coat and asked to have Matt try to pull DNA off it. She never said why.” Stephanie shook her head. “I should have known something was up. She was too calm when John died, almost clinical. I wondered at the time, but I thought she was just in denial. Now it makes sense. She was furious, not calm. She knew someone went into the hospital and murdered him in cold blood.”

A fresh wave of anger mixed with grief washed over her and she lifted the beer to her lips again, trying to force the emotions away before she started crying out of sheer frustration. She was tired of crying, tired of having red eyes and feeling like she’d been hit by truck. It was as if John had died all over again.

“Is she always like that?” Blake asked suddenly.

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