The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Brody snorted coldly at Vivienne. “Just you wait. I’ll concoct a poison that makes yours look like cherry soda, and you won’t even know what hit you when you’re lying six feet under!”

Without missing a beat, Brian’s hand connected with a resounding smack to the back of Brody’s head. “What’s with that tone? You talking to Vivienne like that? Looking for a knuckle sandwich?”

“You already gave me one!” Brody roared back.

Brian, unimpressed, hoisted Brody up by his collar and started fiddling with his face, poking and prodding. “Your face is quite real, isn’t it?”

Right now, Brody was tied up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey, unable to make any moves, much less poison anyone. His sharp tongue was about the only weapon he had left.

Seizing a moment of distraction, Brody sank his teeth into Brian’s finger. “This is my real face!”

Instantly, Brian’s finger started to turn a shade of purple as vivid as a ripe eggplant.

Vivienne casually dusted some powder on Brian’s hand, then looked at Brody. “You’re quite the spring chicken.”

She had to admit Brody’s disguise was top-notch.

Back in the loony bin, she had not even realized he was in disguise.

She had truly thought that the nerdy loser look was Brody’s actual face.

Tsk.

She had underestimated her adversary.

“The secret’s in the moisturizer!” Brody panted, plopping onto the floor. “Brian, cut me loose. I’m a small fry, really. I’ve got bigger fish for you.”

Brian’s interest was piqued, poison forgotten. “Bigger fish? Who?”

Brody wiggled a bit. “Untie me first.”

“Spill first,” Brian retorted, unmoved.

Brody took a deep breath, feeling like a caged lion taunted by mutts.

“Ever heard of GTO? They’ve got a second-in-command, who goes by Mr. B. I’ve seen her. The bounty on her head…”

yours!” Brian’s eyes might as well have turned into dollar signs as he crouched down eagerly. “Describe

interest was piqued,

had seen Mr. B’s face, a visage not even the

a

Brian nodded eagerly. “And?”

loose, then

glance at Vivienne. His confidence swelled again. “Believe me, I’ll let Vivienne here

at the threat. “Do it. Poison me. Then, say goodbye to Mr. B’s bounty, too. Go ahead, I

was at a

and, with it, any leads on Mr. B’s bounty – which would be a jackpot

Brian’s world, looks did not matter; high bounties

Brian’s dilemma brought a smirk to Brody’s face.

was not one to let go

bounty hunter would he be if he was not

Brian like a fiddle, then stepped forward with a smile, retrieving a potion hidden on

as he watched his pilfered

can offer you a lab to continue your research and protection from Brian’s hunting,” Vivienne said, toying with the

by her side, wisely holding

not even

warily. “You’d do that

course. Just tell me what Mr. B looks like, and I’ll make sure

one who had seen Mr. B and could potentially spill the beans – easier to handle than a wildcard like

not about to let this

not believe it, eyeing

the secrets of this potion. Your expertise isn’t just in poisons. If you wanted to create antidotes, you’d do it with ease. Even this potion, I’ve been at it for ages with no luck, but you – you

serious?” Brody could hardly trust

just any recognition; it was

that his long-time rival was

How could that be?

help me find the antidote for this potion, my respect

get to work on that antidote right now!” And

her saying how much more she would

rare opportunity to one-up the Specter Healer? He would be

he was convinced, he was the only one who

curled into a sly

was