That Girl is Poison - Milly Taiden Page 0,1

shelves were in disarray. Mara had been in the room an hour ago, and nothing was out of place. After a quick browse of the supplies, she concluded that IV lines, syringes, and electrodes were missing. There was no way that many could have been used in the last hour.

Dr. Phenix must have had them tucked in his lab coat. Her curiosity was beyond piqued at this point. Why would he need all of those? Taking out her keys, she unlocked the medicine cold storage. Three vials of Sodium Thiopental were missing from the second shelf. Locking the cabinet back up, she grabbed her supplies and walked out of the room. She’d figure out what was going on, but first, she had a patient to tend to.

After spending long minutes reassuring her patient that his leg would be fine and wrapping it back up, she was free to figure out what the good doctor was up to in the basement. It wouldn’t do any good to report the missing supplies. Dr. Phenix practically ran the hospital and could take what he wanted.

“Sarah, have you seen Dr. Phenix?” Mara asked the nurse when she reached the nurse’s station.

“Not since this morning when he walked out.” She frowned. “Why? Is he here? Have you talked to him?”

“No, just wondering.” She didn’t want anyone getting inquisitive, so she covered for him. “I’m going to take my break now. If you need me, call.”

Sarah waved her off. “I just finished my rounds, and everyone has their meds, so we shouldn’t have any issues. Enjoy your break.”

Showtime. She really needed a hobby and to stop thinking that Dr. Phenix was in the basement seducing nurses. Or maybe he had orgies set up. Ugh, thinking of the scrawny man naked was almost enough to turn her nosy butt around. She laughed at her own thoughts.

Trying to appear calm, she hurried down the hall to the elevator. She stepped inside and pressed the button for basement level one. Only then did she realize she needed a card or security code to access that level. Of which, she had neither. The only passcode she knew of, was for rare meds they kept under lock and key. Dr. Phenix had her pull some bottles once and gave her his code.

What were the chances that the doctor used the same code for more than one thing? She punched the numbers in the keypad and pushed the elevator button once again. The cab descended.

She’d never been down there before, never had a reason to. Anxiously, she waited for the elevator to stop.

The door slid open, and she peered down the hall before exiting the elevator. The basement didn’t look like she expected. There were no storage boxes or old equipment. The long hallway had doors on both sides. A set of silver double doors were at the end.

Mara made her way down the hall and peeked into the small windows on the doors. The rooms appeared to be set up like the hospital rooms upstairs. It didn’t make any sense to her. They didn’t use the basement for patient care. The fifth room wasn’t empty.

A woman lay on the bed, restrained. Holy fuck. That wasn’t good at all. She tried to turn the doorknob but it wouldn’t budge. The woman was locked in and restrained. That was breaking all kinds of hospital laws. Not to mention it was probably illegal. The woman lay on the bed, asleep or sedated. She couldn’t tell which.

Mara stared at the woman. Her wavy hair draped over her shoulders. She had a dark spot near her right temple. From a distance, it looked like a small strawberry. Mara recognized her from the news report of the missing woman last week. Why is there a shifter restrained in the hospital?

Someone shouted from down the hall. A different voice. Someone else screamed, but it was quickly muffled as if something covered their mouth. Then all fell silent.

With a bad twist in her gut, she checked the other rooms. The doors were locked, and a few of the beds were occupied. She couldn’t tell if the men in the beds were the missing shifters that had been reported. By the time she reached the silver double doors, she’d counted four people in the rooms. All tied down and behind locked doors.

She pulled out her cell phone, she had to call someone. The police? Something had to be done. A quick glance at her screen, and she wanted to scream.