Chapter 15

To work on our cars,” I say sardonically. “She’s a highly skilled doctor, Mrs Wood. What do you think she can be recruited for?”

Those ice-cold gray eyes fix upon me with a deadly warning. “Careful, little prince,” he says coolly. “You may be my nephew, but nothing’s written in stone.” It’s times like these that treasonous rumors spring to the surface. All agree that my father was gunned down in the street and that the assailant was never caught. Some said that it was fratricide, that Mrs Wood arranged the hit on his older brother. Those who made the mistake of verbalizing this opinion are no longer breathing.

“Think of the timing, uncle,” I say urging him down a different path. “You know we just lost our house surgeon, but I think we’ve found a new one. I can bring her in, but I need time.”

He broke out into raucous laughter, grabbing his round belly. “Go ahead, pull it out,” he says gesturing at my groin. “I must see this magic cock of yours that turns respectable, law-abiding do