Girl Undercover 12: Showdown Read Free Page B

night, remember? And even if there was a woman doctor here who dug me, I don’t know how we’d be able to convince her to give an LAPD captain a potentially lethal dose of… whatever the name was.”
    “Haldol.”
    “Haldol. Right. In addition to convincing her, you’re gonna have to explain why the subject’s tied up or knocked out while receiving the injection. You’ll have to do something like that in order to subdue him. Think about it. It’s not like Brady’s gonna be all cooperative and shit, right? Come on, Gabi. You’ll just have to do it yourself.”
    I thought about what Dante was telling me and grudgingly had to agree that I’d never get a doctor to help me unless I made them do it. Did I really want to go through that? It seemed to me the likelihood of a doctor screwing up the injection was as big if not bigger if I held a gun to their head.
    “All you need to do is get the right amount into his bloodstream,” Dante continued. “How hard can that be?”
    I ran a hand over my face. “I guess I could do it myself. I’m just so nervous that I’ll fuck up. Hit an artery instead of a vein or something so the wrong amount reaches his brain.”
    “How about we ask one of the doctors here how you go about administering it? At least then you’ll feel more confident about it. In the meantime, I’ll call Jose and he can fake a prescription of the drug. He could have it done in thirty minutes. He already has prescription templates in his computer, so it’ll go way faster than when he did your fake ID.”
    “Yeah, as long as he’s done cleaning up the apartment after the disaster with the doctors, he can do it,” I said dryly. “Hopefully, he and Albert didn’t screw up that part.”
    “I’m sure they did a fine job of it. I admit that bringing Albert wasn’t a good move. He tends to get nervous. But give him a break. It wasn’t like Jose had a lot of options yesterday what with all the shit goin’ on at Cuerpos. From what I can remember, he was supposed to bring some other dude. Something must’ve changed and Albert came in his place. Shit happens, chica. Remember how you screwed up when you tried to squeeze out the info about what Stenger looked like from the docs? You said yourself that someone with your experience should never have made such a mistake.”

    That moment when I’d fucked up so miserably with the docs returned to me, and I had to laugh at myself for being so annoyed with Jose. I was glad Dante had reminded me of it, so I could get over it.
    “Yeah, you’re right,” I said and smiled. “Okay, let’s get a doctor here that I can talk to about how to inject Haldol properly.”
    Dante pressed a button next to his bed, then asked to use my disposable. Punching in a bunch of numbers, he put the phone to his ear.
    “Hombre,” he said after a few beats. “Where are you? Driving home? Good. I need a prescription for a drug called Haldol. H-A-L-D-O-L. Haldol. Anti-psychotic medication. Look it up online.” A brief pause. “Let me ask Gabi, she’s the one who needs it.” He looked at me. “He’ll do it as soon as he gets home, but wants to know how much to put on the prescription.”
    I shrugged. “The biggest possible amount. At least 100 mg, but more is better. We also need big syringes. Ones that can fit 50 mg at a time.”
    As Dante told Jose that, the door to his room opened and a freckled nurse with big glasses entered, her gray-streaked hair in a conservative bun at the nape of her neck.
    “You called?” she said, glancing at Dante.
    Dante gave her a friendly grin. “Yeah, ma’am. I have to ask you something. Could you please hold on a sec?” His eyes moved away from her and he said to Jose, “Gotta go, man. Can you take care of that and swing by Marina Del Rey Hospital afterward? She’ll be here waiting for you.”
    Saying goodbye, he disconnected and returned his attention to the nurse, who had politely been waiting for him to finish his call.
    “What can