carry what I’ll need to patch your friend up around with me,” Berkleigh turned around to face the doctor for the first time since he entered their vehicle. Her eyes practically sparked with bad intentions as she looked him in the eye. The doctor wasn’t able to hold Berkleigh’s gaze for long, his so-called resolve withering like a plant under a blazing sun. As his head turned towards the floor of the car, Berkleigh’s eyes followed. That’s when her blood ran cold.

“That’s a nice jacket you’re wearing. I used to know someone who wore a jacket just like that,” Berkleigh spoke calmly as the doctor didn’t seem to know how to respond. 

“Berkleigh…?” Janelle managed weakly as her cohort in this scheme gave her a si...

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