"Get four cars. Tie this piece of trash's hands and feet to each one, and drive them in different directions." Her voice was ice. "I want to see how many pieces he ends up in."
Then her gaze dropped to my severed hand.
One eyebrow arched.
"Oh, right. One of your hands is already gone. Tie the rope around his neck instead."
The bodyguards actually brought ropes. They lashed my limbs to four Rolls-Royces, one rope per car.
I thrashed with everything I had. Nellie leaned close, her voice soft and soothing.
"Ms. Henson won't actually kill you. She's just punishing you a little to make a point. Be good. Just endure it and it'll be over."
Behind me, Chad cried out in pain.
Nellie spun around immediately and rushed toward him.
The engines roared to life.
I screamed until my voice shattered.
"The person who harmed your brother is someone else! I have proof!"
Edna's brow furrowed. She looked at me.
I locked my gaze onto hers with every ounce of strength I had left.
"The person who approved the single-handed open-chest surgery, who destroyed the evidence afterward, who shielded the real culprit, who lied to your face. I have proof of all of it!"
"Ms. Henson, he's lost his mind..."
Dean Edwards sidled up with a placating smile, reaching for Edna's arm.
Edna shoved her away, eyes rimmed red.
She leaned down toward me.
"You get one chance."
