Chapter Seven
The man with mint on his breath flipped her over as someone turned on the light. The bright light stabbed her eyes and that-combined with the shooting hurt radiating out from the back of her head, caused because Minty Breath turned her hard, twisting her legs as he did it, smacking the back of her head into the bottom step-had disoriented her for a flash of a second. Thank God she’d gone for carpet on the stairs, because had she listened to her designer and gone with hardwood, the bastard could have cracked her skull.
She was about to let out a scream, when he’d slapped her.
“ Stay quiet!” His voice was rough, like he’d smoked too many cigarettes. Squinting against the light, she saw it reflecting off Minty’s shaved head, almost as if he’d oiled it. Recognition hit her like a wrecking ball. It was Eric Ackerman, the cigar smoking wise ass who worked for hospital security. She hadn’t seen him since she’d retired, over five years ago, but she’d know that oiled head anywhere. He’d been the butt of many jokes.
“ It’s best if you do as he says,” Shaffer again.
“ Where’s your red-faced girlfriend?” Izzy said to Ackerman, spitting the words between gritted teeth.
“ I’m right here,” Niles Lundgren said.
“ Did Aaron tell you girls that breaking and entering is a crime? Not to mention assault.” Though Ackerman and Lundgren tried to project tough guy images, they were lovers and everybody who’d worked at St. Catherine’s back when she was on staff knew it. Izzy was surprised they were still there. They were both cop wannabes and talked incessantly about how they were going to get on the Reno Police Department as soon as there were openings.
“ Smart mouth gonna get you in trouble.” Lundgren grabbed her left arm, Ackerman took her by the right and they more dragged, than lifted her into the living room, where they deposited her in one of the antique wing chairs she’d had facing the sofa. She never did like those chairs and she liked them even less right now. Her designer had insisted they were the perfect compliment to the room. White suede Chelsea wing chairs, they were as ugly as they’d sounded, but she’d been pulling seventy and eighty hours a week at the hospital back then and didn’t have the time or inclination to argue, so she’d been stuck with them. Time and again she’d promised herself she’d get rid of them, but like so many things in her life, she hadn’t found the time to get around to it.
Shaffer took a seat on the sofa, facing her, the gay guards stood behind her, with Ackerman holding the Glock. She wanted to spit in Aaron Shaffer’s face, tell him where to get off, but Lundgren had been right, her smart mouth would only get her in trouble. She needed to calm down, wait for an opening, an opportunity to get her hand into her back pocket.
“ You can understand why we’re here, can’t you?” Shaffer said.
“ No, Aaron, I can’t. I told you I’d call you and you gave me your word you’d keep quiet about what happened to me.”
“ Too many people saw you in the OR. They knew you weren’t on staff and they’d heard us talking. It was only a matter of time before someone put it together.”
“ Nobody knew me.” Izzy clenched her fists. “I told you I’d be in touch, that we’d figure this thing out. Didn’t you believe me?” She had to gain his trust.
“ Everything that goes on in the OR is recorded. Like I said, it was only a matter of time before somebody figured it out.”
“ You’re in charge of the hospital. If anybody could make those tapes disappear, it’s you.”
“ Water under the bridge,” he said. “We are where we are and we’re running out of time.”
“ Oh my God, what did you do?”
“ I was worried something might happen to you. I wanted to make sure you were protected.”
“ Who did you tell? Besides your gay lapdogs, that is.”
Ackerman slapped the back of her head with an open palm.
“ Ouch.” She really was going to have to watch her mouth.
“ Don’t anger them. It won’t help you.”
“ You didn’t answer my question.” She knew if she kept at him, he’d tell her. He was a weak man. Izzy had been surprised when they’d made him CEO of the hospital. They could have done much better and they couldn’t have done much worse.
“ I had Dr. Romero call somebody he trusts on the Reno PD.”
“ So Romero knows? You told Romero? Christ, why didn’t you just call a press conference?” Romero was a good doctor, but he was a gossip.
“ That may have been a mistake on my part.”
“ Who else knows?” She had to keep at him, keep him talking, until she got a chance to make her move.
“ The young doctor who worked on you in the emergency room, the hospital lawyer.”
“ And the cops, so what you’re saying is everybody knows. I wouldn’t be surprised if the men in black are on their way as we speak.”
“ Which is why we have to get you to the hospital ASAP and run some tests. We need to figure this out before they take over.”
“ I’m not going to the hospital,” Izzy said. “They’ll lock me up, stick needles in me, run tests ad infinitum. They’ll test me to death.”
“ We won’t tell them you’re there,” Shaffer said. “That’s the beauty of it. Everybody will be out looking for you and you’ll be right under their noses. Hiding in plain sight, so to speak. We’ll figure this out and once we do, you can quietly disappear, go to Mexico or South America, someplace where they’ll never find you.”
“ And who’s going to know I’m in the hospital, besides you and tweedledum and tweedledee here?”
“ Watch it!” Ackerman said. “Wouldn’t want another slap.”
“ Aaron is that how you plan on getting me to cooperate, by letting this goon smack me around?” Damn, she wasn’t being smart. She had to think of a way to get the goons behind her to relax, to maybe come round front, so she could see them.
“ Who’s going to test me, Aaron?” Izzy said. “Who’s going to keep quiet about this?”
“ I’ve got someone I can trust.”
“ What about them?” She raised a hand, pointed over her shoulder, back at Ackerman.
“ We can be trusted.” He laughed. “The doc’s gonna take care of us.”
“ What did you promise them, Aaron, immortality?”
“ Something like that,” Ackerman said.
“ What choice did I have?” Shaffer said. “I had to get a jump on this thing.”
“ Because?” Izzy said.
“ Come on,” Shaffer said. “Somehow you’ve stumbled onto the secret of the ages. It’s worth billions. People won’t grow old. Better, old people can become young again. Think of it.”
“ Is that the kind of world you want, one where nobody dies, where everybody stays young forever?” Izzy sighed. “There’ll be a population problem pretty quick, don’t you think? Food shortages. Riots. Perhaps this is a door best not opened.”
“ Don’t be obtuse!” Shaffer said. “This isn’t going to be for everybody.”
“ You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”
“ Yes, but sadly not quickly enough.” Shaffer smiled. “That’s why time is so important. We have to move before others can.”
“ And you have the advantage, because you have me.” It wasn’t a question.
“ Exactly.” He started to get up. “We need to go now.”
“ I can give you the secret.” Izzy motioned for Shaffer to sit back down. “You don’t need to run any tests. Let me go and it’s yours.”
“ I’m all ears.” Shaffer plopped back on the sofa.
“ It’s a drug.”
“ I don’t believe that.”
“ It attacks the DNA, makes it reverse itself. It takes about a week.” She didn’t have a clue how DNA worked, much less if it could be reversed, but she had to make him believe. “But you suffer through a few hours of horrible pain just before it kicks in, before the change happens.” She tried to look sincere. “I can only liken it to heroin withdrawal, only much worse.”
“ So you didn’t come up with this drug on your own?”
“ I didn’t come up with it at all.”
“ What do you mean?”