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The detective had initially assured Mrs. Taylor that the DA would be informed of her willingness to assist, but now she wasn’t as sure. She realized she had been stupid to believe empty words. She weighed her options. Did she have any options or were they considerably limited as her active involvement would likely land her in an eight by ten cell? She was in trouble, that much she knew. Her family affairs were a mess for sure, her illegal activities were as clear as light, and her legal options were minimal. She had to make her own escape far away with Peter and her kids before the legal engine began to process her downfall. She dialed Peter to inform him that they had to drive to another state and then, perhaps to Europe to collect her money. From there, they could seek anonymity in a country of their choice. She needed a bit of time to get ready. She wasn’t worried that Timothy would return home. She was confident he would stay in the lab to check the central system and make sure that all was corrected.
She left the office in a hurry, checked in with the kids, who were still playing games, and informed them they were all going on a vacation for the holiday season. Of course, they questioned the timing. They were still in school, and their holiday vacation was at least three weeks away. Yet, not going to school proved to be a better alternative, so they complied. She was thinking she was saved by her decision to leave, but she forgot Aria Pharmaceutical. Everything seemed to be working smoothly until that ugly idea sprang up to destroy her glee. Aria Pharmaceuticals would track her down for not notifying them about the new developments, and Timothy’s determination, she was sure, would shut down the operation. She had to call them and convince them it was all Timothy’s doing. She would state that he somehow discovered Peter’s deadly code. She reached for the phone by the bedside and called her contact, Xristos.
“Something is wrong.” the person who picked up the phone asserted.
“Yes, Timothy found out about Peter and the code. He figured out that something wasn’t right. He threatened Peter, and he obtained the code to make the change and cancel the instructions. I’m sure he is there in the lab.”
“This has to be changed. I’ll stop him,” Xristos intentionally paused before he articulated his next statement. “I may have to go too far if he resists,” he whispered.
She knew what he was implying and that fit her plans perfectly. Her husband could not seek to find her and their kids if he was dead.
“I’m leaving tonight. You’ll never hear from me again. I’ll disappear. Do what you think works best for you. The security code to enter the lab is three-two-five-four,” she shared coldly.
She clearly comprehended what he was going to do. If only they had met before, their match would have been perfect; he was as nefarious as she.
“Too bad you have to leave ....”
“Maybe sometime in the future, when all is resolved ...” she promised. But for now, she had to use Peter’s feelings and attentiveness to get away before she was captured and judged.