Raymond stayed motionless against his pillows, his dark eyes studying Christopher with cold, silent stillness.

“A double paralytic dose will stop his diaphragm within fifteen minutes,” Dr.

Wallace whispered, his voice shaking as he looked at the floor.

“If there’s an autopsy, the drug will show up in his liver.”

“Then let it show!” Christopher snapped, his gold cufflink flashing as his wrist twitched at his side.

“You took sixty thousand dollars to pay off your mortgage, Wallace, and you’re going to finish this job before sunrise!”

“I won’t commit murder in a house full of witnesses,” Dr.