Chapter 5

"What do you want?" I tilted my head at her. "Dr. Wilkins, is there something you're hiding? Or is my husband actually still alive, and the death certificate you issued is a fake?"

She jumped back like she'd just touched a hot stove.

"W-What are you talking about?" she stammered.

"I'm just messing with you," I said, my grin growing even wider. "Relax, Dr. Wilkins. I was messing around."

Denise didn't leave.

She stood frozen in place, the hem of her white coat trembling as if she were nailed to the floor.

Her face was still pale, but now there…