Harmful Intent
“Joseph’s Hospital. From where he was standing, he had a straight shot to the sinks and he could see himself in the over-the-basin mirrors. He flexed his arm and neck muscles so that they bulged. He hunched over slightly to check their definition. Trent liked what he saw.Trent went to his health club at least four times a week to use the Nautilus equipment to the point of exhaustion. His body was like a piece of sculpture. People noticed and admired it, Trent was sure. Yet he wasn’t satisfied. He thought he could stand to beef up his biceps a bit more. On his legs, his quads could use tightening. He planned to concentrate on both in the coming weeks.Trent was in the habit of arriving early, but on this particular morning, he was earlier than usual. In his excitement he’d awakened before his alarm and could not go back to sleep, so he’d decided to get to work early. Besides, he liked to take his time. There was something unbelievably exhilarating about placing one of his doctored Marcai...ne ampules in the Marcaine supply.MoreLess
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