Alive on Arrival: Chapter 17
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I’ve not only downed my first drink but started on a second by the time I finish telling my ex and her new New York Times reporter husband exactly what went down at the Albany Medical Center tonight. From cartel boss Juan Juarez expecting me to be dead so that his dying young son could take charge of my liver and heart, to his essentially owning the medical center due to his annual multi-million-dollar contributions, to his sneaking into my room and vowing to murder me if it’s the last thing he does…
…The Lord giveth, and I shall taketh away…
…to my having no choice but to shoot the two Juarez hitmen who came after me while I hid in the bathroom and awaited their entry.
“You killed them?” Jake says, his Beaker-the-Muppet-like face wide-eyed and outraged, as if I were the one who hunted them down instead of the other way around. “You shot them in cold blood? What kind of man does such a thing?”
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