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…”

as well have turned into dollar signs as he crouched down eagerly. “Describe Mr. B to

was piqued,

had seen Mr. B’s face, a visage

around. “She’s a dame, about five-six, with

Brian nodded eagerly. “And?”

loose,

Brian cursed, shooting a glance at Vivienne. His confidence swelled again. “Believe me, I’ll

Poison me. Then, say goodbye to Mr. B’s bounty,

was at

Mr.

did not matter; high

brought a smirk to Brody’s face. “Cut me

it!” Brian was not one to let go of

of bounty hunter would he

watched as Brody played Brian like a fiddle, then stepped forward with a

were full of anguish as he watched his pilfered potion taken from

you a lab to continue your research and protection from Brian’s

by her side, wisely

spoken, not even his greed could

eyed Vivienne warily. “You’d do that for

what Mr. B looks like, and I’ll make sure you

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

to

could not believe it,

my collection, and you’re the only one who can unlock the secrets of this potion. Your expertise isn’t just in poisons. If you wanted to create antidotes, you’d do it with ease.

could

not just any recognition; it

long-time rival

How could that be?

nodded. “Yes, if you can help me find the antidote for this potion, my respect for you

on that antidote right now!” And so, with flattery from Vivienne,

hear was her saying how

to one-up the Specter Healer? He would be

convinced, he was the only

curled into

really was an