Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“I didn't understand a word of that,” Francesca said impatiently. “My snake bit him while he was in the middle of drawing blood. As the poison did not enter into the bloodstream right away, I assume that it wouldn't show up in his toxicology report.”

“That's not important.” Zachary waved a hand impatiently. “Didn't you say that the symptoms will appear tonight? Will he die?”

“No, he wouldn't. As members of the medical profession, we have a code of conduct to save lives, not end them. Otherwise, I would have done away with him the day your house was set on fire. Eliminate loose ends, you know.”

“What will the symptoms be?” Zachary persisted.

“It'll look like the flu at first, then as it gets worse, it'll...” Francesca's eyes narrowed with suspicion all of a sudden. “Why do you ask?”

“Help me dial a number, will you?”

“Pay me first!”

In Yaleview, Charlotte frowned as she pressed the phone to her ear. “What? Chris took a blood test, you say?”

replied. “I had him watched closely. The report came back

that Spencer would be able to see that he's a fraud. I did that to drive a wedge between him and Jesse. Last night I had even left a smudge of green dye on his brow and made him think it was a symptom of his poisoning. He was frightened enough to head straight for the hospital in Fairlake to

“I had thought that

went and got himself tested. He

“What if

mean?” Charlotte asked

carefully, “and had their snake

Francesco?” Charlotte asked,

merely coughed in

Francesco contacted

sorry, Ms. Lindberg. I'm not at liberty to say. All I can tell you

“Could it be Zac-”