Chapter 11
12:02 AM
He stepped into the operating theater, averting his eyes from the tiny
body on the table.
"Why is it taking so long?" he demanded.
"I wasn't aware there was a deadline," the surgeon retorted.
"You have been paid well for your services. Your gambling debts have
been erased, have they not?"
The man whirled around, indignant eyes flaring over a surgical mask.
"I was never told that I would be working on children."
"Would you prefer to stand trial for surgical malpractice?"
"What? You can't..."
"Oh, but I can. Evidence can be uncovered. It can also be arranged."
A twisted grin crossed his face. "I can choose your victim, down to
the color of their hair, the amount of blood loss, even your blood
alcohol content at the time of the patient's death."
The surgeon paled visibly. "I would never..."
"It doesn't matter. *I* would." He turned to leave. "Now, let's move
this along. Get busy, *doctor*."
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5 AM
Mulder rubbed his eyes, and reluctantly lifted Scully's warm body from
his own. She sighed and snuggled into the cushions.
Still wearing the clothes he'd fallen asleep in the night before, he
picked up his cell phone and tiptoed towards the bedroom, shutting the
door behind him.
He hated himself for betraying her like this. He desperately hoped he
was wrong. But as he enjoyed pointing out to Scully, he rarely was.
But he could never go to her without all the facts. Scully wouldn't
let him. And maybe even then...
"Frohike, it's me...Early? It's not early. Besides, you can probably
squeeze a nap into your hectic schedule. Listen, I need you to do a
background check for me..."
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