Six Months Later Part 34

"Look, it wasn't pretty, b-but there was drugged tea and creepy hypnosis, right?" She stops until she's sure she's got my attention. "Look, it's time for you to let it go. Do you hear me? You need to move on. We b-both do."

She puts the black box in my hands, and I feel the edges, clean and smooth. Smooth like Maggie's speech used to be around me. Come to think of it, it's pretty smooth right now. Is it really so easy? Am I forgiven, just like that?

I pull the latch open, finding four syringes like I remember them. The label on the syringe reads "High Concentration-Test Lot 1." My fingers tingle as I read that. G.o.d, wasn't it concentrated enough already?

It doesn't matter. What matters is that they used this on us. They drugged us. They put this poison into our tea, maybe straight into us through needles like this. And now I can prove it. "Let's get this done," Maggie says, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "My phone is dying. We'll c-call from inside."

I close the box with a nod and tuck it in my pocket, not trusting my voice as I stand up. We slip back through her yard and up the steps. The idea of her warm kitchen is like heaven. The only thing that would be better than being warm would be knowing that Adam is safe.

But he is safe. He has to be. I can't have come this close to lose now.

Maggie heads through the back door, and I'm right on her heels. Everything is warm and perfect. I take a breath...and Maggie screams.

Something's coming at me. It hits fast and hard, and then there is nothing but darkness.

Chapter Thirty-Two.

The pain wakes me. For a moment, I think I'll just go back to sleep. Or maybe I'll get something from the medicine cabinet because my head feels like it's turning itself inside out and my stomach is rolling in all the wrong ways.

I smell yeast and cinnamon, which tells me I'm not at home. I'm at Maggie's house. On Maggie's floor to be precise.

The memory of Maggie's scream comes back to me, and I try to bolt upright. My body doesn't comply. I groan and try to open my eyes instead, but my vision swims through the slits I manage. Oh G.o.d. I'm going to vomit. I'm sure of it. I breathe deep and will the nausea to pa.s.s. Around me, the muddy blurs try to slide into focus.

I see fragments. Maggie's shoes. A pair of gray pants. Adam slumped on the couch.

Adam?

I sit up again. Too fast. The room spins, and I fall right back down.

"Oh, I think you should stay still for a bit longer, Ms. Spinnaker."

The voice makes everything in me recoil. My body tenses, and I gingerly push up on my elbows.

What I see makes me wish I were still knocked out. Maggie, gagged and tied to a kitchen chair. Adam on the couch, eyes half-closed and arm extended. Daniel sits between them, pulling a needle out of Adam's arm. The syringe attached to that needle is empty.

"Do you know why I love this drug?" Daniel says, capping the needle and putting it back in the case he's holding. "I call it liquid cooperation. A little of this in your system, and you're happy to think or do or remember anything I want you to."

"How? He would never let you..." I trail off, dumbstruck that Adam just sat there, rolled up his sleeve and let Daniel pump a mind-altering poison into his veins.

"Well, I didn't ask permission when I injected him the first time," he says, smirking. "But your little boyfriend was feisty. An extra dose has made all the difference, hasn't it?"

Adam blinks blearily, looking lost.

I lumber to my feet, wobbling around like a marionette. Daniel watches me from the couch. He knows he can take me if he needs to. I'd like to think otherwise, but he's not small. Plus, he didn't just get knocked upside the head.

I ball my hands into fists and try to look taller than I am. "What do you want from us?"

"I want you to show me where you put the drugs."

"No way."

He sighs like it's really not a big deal to him. Then he opens the leather case again and pulls a new needle out. My eyes fix on that syringe, on the clear liquid inside it. "You know, this drug could change the world. Imagine criminals reformed. Students with perfect marks. Soldiers without fear. Do you know what governments would pay for something like that?"

"That's what this was about for you?" I feel the horror twisting my face into something ugly. "This is why you killed Dr. Kirkpatrick? For money?"

Daniel looks up at me. "Killed her? Now, who would believe I'm the killing sort? That kind of crime takes someone with a dark side. A record, perhaps. Someone like your boyfriend here."

"Liar," I say, shaking my head.

"Am I? But he's already a criminal, isn't he? A criminal and a liar. What else is he hiding? Who's to say he wouldn't confess to unthinkable crimes?"

The smile he gives me is the purest form of evil I've ever seen.

"Were you there with Dr. Kirkpatrick's body?" Daniel asks Adam.

"Yes."

"You saw her on that desk, didn't you? All that blood, Adam," Daniel says, shaking his head. "How could you?"

"Did I hurt her?" he asks, his brow furrowing confusion. "I don't-"

"You didn't hurt anyone, Adam," I say. And then I turn to Daniel with a scowl. "You're a twisted b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

"And you're stalling." Daniel's face contorts, and he rears back, backhanding Maggie in the mouth.

I'm not sure whose cry is louder, hers or mine.

Adam struggles weakly to get up, and Daniel pushes him back. "You aren't going anywhere. You're going to sit right there and think of all the ways you're not good enough."

Adam shrinks back from his words, and I try to lunge, hearing the syringes rattle in my pocket. Daniel has Maggie's arm in his hand and the needle at her flesh before I can take a step.

"Think very carefully about how you want this to go," Daniel says. Then he presses the needle in, just a little. Maggie whimpers softly, and my stomach curdles like day-old milk. "You show me what I want or we'll see just how much of this I'll need to knock her out for a month."

Adrenaline surges through me, hot and hungry. My whole world is reduced to the sight of that needle at Maggie's arm.

"The drugs, Ms. Spinnaker!"

"Okay, I'll show you," I say, shoving my hands into my pocket. I feel the cap on one of the syringes and think of the life Dr. Kirkpatrick doesn't get to have. The life Julien doesn't get to have either.

"You have it with you?" he asks, looking skeptical.

I do.

I do, but I cannot let this happen. I will not let him win.

I try to form the words with my lips, but Maggie's eyes are pleading with me. Not for herself. She's begging me for courage. For the strength to do the right thing.

"Show me what you have!" he shouts, jabbing the needle in farther.

I hold up one hand. "It's a map, okay? I'm getting it out."

But I'm not getting it. I'm getting a syringe. And I don't know how I'll do this because he's staring right at me, but I can't not try. I have to try.

While I wrestle to find some way, some sliver of a window of possibility, Maggie suddenly moves. She lurches wildly , leaning away from him until her chair topples over onto its side.

"You conniving little b.i.t.c.h!" he says, leaning to grab her.

This is it.

My one chance.

I pull the cap off and lunge. I stab the closest thing I can find and push the plunger hard and fast.

For Dr. Kirkpatrick. For Julien. For all of us.

He roars and slams his hand against my arm, batting me away. The needle still dangles from his neck when he punches at me again. This time I'm faster. I dodge left.

Daniel pulls the syringe from his skin, reading the label with obvious horror. I grab the nearest heavy thing I can find-a vase from the coffee table.

I wield it like a bat, ready to strike. But I won't need to hit him. He reaches for me and stumbles, one knee hitting the ground in front of the couch. He's panting and pale.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with," he says, slurring his words. "Those needles are concentrated..." He trails off, swaying on his feet. "It hasn't been tested like that."

I force air into my lungs and courage into my voice. "Well, then consider this my experiment. That's what we were to you, right? Experiments?"

He stares at me then at his feet. He shakes his head and looks around. I think of a deer in headlights. And I decide to use his own bag of tricks against him.

"You look so tired, Mr. Tanner," I say, tilting my head in mock concern. "I heard you say you want to sit down."

"I didn't say-" He cuts himself off, looking at Adam on the couch and Maggie beside him. He tries to take a step, but his knees buckle. I watch him land on the couch gracelessly, his long legs bent at awkward angles.

"You want to rest," I say. "You're so tired. So weak. You want to sleep."

His eyes are glazed, pupils too wide. I see him shake himself, trying to clear his head. "I don't...I'm tired."

"You are tired," I say, feeling a cold rush of power. "And now you're going to close your eyes until I tell you to open them again."

Maggie wriggles out of the rope around her legs after I free her hands. She sets to work tying Daniel up while I call the police.

When it's done, I go to Adam.

I approach him on soft feet, and he watches me through half-mast eyes. He looks like he's in agony. It makes my chest ache, seeing him broken like this.

"The police are coming," I say.

"The police," he repeats. And then he stiffens, looking alarmed. "You've got to get out of here. You didn't have anything to do with this, Chloe."

I try to touch his arm, to be soothing. "Adam-"

"Go, Chloe! You are too good to get mixed up in this. This is my fault. I'm the problem. Please. Just go." He's pushing at my hands, and he's so strong, even like this. It's all I can do to keep myself close to him.

I look to where Daniel is pa.s.sed out on the other end of the couch. The feeling that goes through me is too hot, too red to just be anger. I remind myself that the police will come, that this man will leave here in handcuffs and he will go to jail.

It isn't enough for me.

I could hurt him the way he hurt us. With whatever creepy drug that is running through his veins, I could wake him up and say things that would torture him for the rest of his life. I could feel the weight of his justice in my hands.

"You are too good for me," Adam says, breaking my focus.

I'm not too good for him. But I am too good to turn into Daniel Tanner.

I slide into the s.p.a.ce between Adam and the couch arm. I touch his face and he frowns, still looking groggy and confused.

"You deserve better, Chloe. I keep trying to tell you."

"Then it's a good thing I never listen."

When he tries to pull free, I kiss him. He makes a halfhearted effort to stop me, but I fight harder. When we separate, I can see his eyes are clearer. His touch brought my memories back. Maybe mine is doing the same to him. It's a crazy idea, but it still makes me smile.

"You know, I remember everything now," I say. "All my missing time came back."

I see the worry in his face before he manages to hide it. "Yeah? Any big surprises?"

"Nothing worth mentioning. I mean, I already knew I love you."

He's halfway through a nod when it catches up with him. I see the way he hesitates, feel the way the intensity in his eyes changes, his whole face going soft. "Chloe, you can't-"

"Yeah, well, I do. And I'm way stubborn, so you're just going to have to deal with it."

I see the barest hint of a grin before he pulls me in. His kiss is sweet and lingering, his hands trailing up my back and into my hair. It pushes out all of the cold and the fear of this night, leaving me warm and strong.

When we break apart, Adam smiles with his eyes closed. "Stubborn works for me."

I laugh for the first time in forever. And that feels even better than the kiss.

Chapter Thirty-Three.