Chapter 36

“Come on, man. Hurry up! Unless you want him to die?”

Rob shook himself at that and stepped forward. “I don’t want him to die,” he said, almost to himself.

“Well then. Let’s get a chivvy on!”

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THE TROUBLE WITH DRMarks, her patients sometimes said, was that once you invited her in, it was almost impossible to get rid of her. She had an extremely strong interest in the wellbeing of people who had asked for her help and she didn’t simply let her cases drop willy-nilly once she’d become involved in them.

This proved to be true in all instances.

“Let’s get him up to the house then, chaps,” she said, as she tied off the sutures she’d used to close the neat, deep, three-inch gash Rob had sliced into the side of Marchand’s neck.

Neither of them responded.