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Finally Jeremy stopped swinging. He didn't know how many times he'd hit her but his arms had tired.
He looked down at what was left of Doc Vecca: Below the neck she was undamaged; above… another story. Mostly bloody goo with chunks of bone. Gonna need fingerprints to identify this one.
Now, with the rage-fire cooling, he started to realize what he'd done, how he'd royally screwed himself.
This agency Vecca kept talking about… if they were half as tough and connected as she'd said, they'd be after him as soon as her body was found—probably no later than mid-morning tomorrow when she didn't show up for work.
Had to get out of here and disappear. Fast.
Shit. If he only had Moonglow's two hundred fifty K. Easy to disappear with that. For a while, at least. He'd have to make do with what was in his bank account. Clean that out first thing tomorrow and hit the road.
But first… one more score to even.
Levy.
Maybe Vecca had been telling the truth. Maybe she hadn't signed the letter. Maybe it had been Levy instead. One way or another that weasel had to be involved. He'd always had it in for Jeremy, always against using him for the clinical trial.
Might as well make as big a splash as possible before dropping out of sight. In for a dime, in for a dollar, as Daddy used to say.
Levy had a date with Vecca in that great laboratory in the sky—tonight.