The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 93

These comics were Marcel’s pride and joy! He had to twist Major Garnett’s arm to finally snag them, and now he was hooked right in the thick of the juicy bits!

Marcel had spent a lifetime in uniform, always the picture of stone–faced seriousness, but for these comics, he was practically on his knees, clinging to his granddaughter’s arm, begging.

The moment Calvin heard that Noella was the one dishing out the prescriptions, he zipped his lip, grabbed the meds his granddaughter handed him, and was out like a light all afternoon.

Now, he just swung by to scribble a signature on the prescriptions that Noella whipped up, just going through the motions.

Officially, Calvin was still the head honcho doc, but let’s be real, the power to spring Marcel from the hospital lay in the hands of his darling granddaughter!

“Noella, can’t you leave just one for Grandpa? I’m at the good part, about to hit the motherlode of the plot!”

Seeing Marcel get the same treatment, Sexton was having a field day, grinning from ear to ear. “What’s so great about those ratty comics anyway? You’ve been through a stack of them and still no clue who’s kiddo that is.”

Sexton had flipped through some of Marcel’s comics himself.

“But the next issue is gonna spill the beans, right? Just leave me one!”

Noella picked up a comic, thumbing through it nonchalantly.

“Why’s it in Gerastor?”

Marcel chuckled. “The comic’s called Tandy, a Gerastor artist. I learned Gerastor just for this! Memorizing words at my age, talk about a slog!”

His nightstand was still piled high with dictionaries!

Tandy?

Never heard of this comic artist.

hand. It was a stunner, bold colors,

last panel. It showed a heart–shaped orphanage next to a hospital with four

Tandy Hospital!

Marcel’s comic tied

pocketed the comic, facing Marcel’s puppy–dog eyes. “Grandpa, I’ll hold onto these

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He flopped back onto the bed, hamming up every ache

kick the bucket, promise you’ll spill

was that dignified, commanding Grandpa? Turned hustler over a few comics?

got out, jaws would hit the floor.

“If I find out you’ve been up all night reading.

to life, clutching the comic from Noella’s hand, darting back to his room. fearing the last issue might

back, and snapped a bunch of selfies with his

coot Merrick show off now.

on his socials, Marcel trotted off, comic in hand.

his retreat, a mix of exasperation and amusement. Guess the old man still had some pep in

knot with Palmer, you’ll

Great–grandkid…

sealed the deal, and Sexton was already counting chickens. Seeing the old man’s bubble

I’ll drop by tomorrow.”

box from under the bed, and slipped it into her hand

Palmer looked over, Sexton was back to whispering sweet nothings, playing it cool.

life. A pill more or less won’t kill

Noella’s hand, nudged the little box into her sleeve, and

Grandpa Sexton. You rest up. I’m heading