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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: "We have your marrow--pay or die."

The missing marrow, a sudden change in patient demeanor, and an unusual death in the cancer ward raise suspicions, but protecting the hospital's reputation becomes more important than launching an investigation.

But one patient's primary nurse defies the administration, the attending physician, and her abusive boyfriend to dig deeper and solve the mystery.

eBook Publisher: SynergEbooks, Published: SynergEbooks, 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2010

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [231 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [231 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [195 KB] , Portable Document Format (PDF) [695 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [215 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [244 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [243 KB] , hiebook (KML) [530 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [274 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [179 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [226 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [285 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [304 KB]
Words: 63920
Reading time: 182-255 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 074431898X

"An avaricious lab technician is holding cancer patients' bone morrow for ransom--a medical thriller not for the squeamish."

~ Publishers Weekly

PROLOGUE

Waiting for the right moment was making her nuts.

Ghent was everywhere today, everywhere except in his office. Twice she'd tried to get to the cold storage units, but each time the lab chief had been roaming the work area.

Did he know?

Was he watching her?

God, if she didn't do it soon, it wasn't going to get done, and Frankie would beat her again.

She used her toe to nudge an insulated, over-size lunchbox on the floor. Everyone was used to seeing it; made ratty remarks about how fat she was, and why. But they never turned down the cookies she baked for them.

Well, no goodies in the box today. It was empty except for frozen Super Ice to protect the packets ... if she could ever get her hands on them.

"Faye!"

She spun around on the stool. Ghent was hovering over her.

"Where are the hematology printouts for Urology?"

"Just a sec," she said.

"I don't know where the hell your head is, Faye, but it sure hasn't been here."

"Sorry."

It was the second time she'd been yelled at this morning and it still wasn't noon. If she didn't get to the packets soon, she'd ... she'd what?

A few minutes later, the ER called for ten units of plasma. Some kid had been shot and was bleeding like a stuck pig. Suddenly the room was a frenzy of working technicians, Ghent in the middle of everything.

She grabbed a lab cart, put the lunchbox on the lower shelf, and walked quickly to the rear of the lab. Her stomach cramped as she moved into the freezer repository area, then dry heaves wracked her.

What if someone was watching her? She refused to look back into the lab.

She snatched up a pair of insulated gloves and a pair of tongs, grabbed Carl Chapman's supply of marrow from the freezer, and tossed the packets into the lunchbox.

Cold sweat layered her skin. She clutched the cart handle, unable to move, unable to breathe. Trembling, she finally forced one foot in front of the other, made it back through the lab.

As she slipped the box under her station, Ghent walked up to her.

"Fucking kids," he said to no one in particular. "Imagine, shooting your own brother in the gut over a stupid pair of sneakers."