Chapter 7 - What Lorenzo Remembered
Lorenzo couldn't walk.
He could barely sit upright.
But his mind was clear.
He remembered voices.
Footsteps.
Conversations held beside his bed while everyone believed he was unconscious.
He remembered Sebastian speaking with someone late at night.
He remembered one sentence.
“He won't make it past Friday.”
Lorenzo told Beatrice.
She listened carefully.
“Who was he talking to?”
“I don't know.”
“What did the other person say?”
Lorenzo closed his eyes.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“He never spoke.”
Beatrice frowned.
“Then how do you know someone was there?”
Lorenzo looked at her.
“I heard the watch.”
His gold wristwatch lay beside the bed.
“What about it?”
“The clasp.”
Beatrice examined it.
There was a tiny scratch.
Then Lorenzo remembered.
“The person touched it.”
Caldwell inspected the watch.
A small black residue remained beneath the clasp.
He tested it.
“Chemical marker.”
Beatrice looked at him.
“What does it do?”
“It's used to identify medication batches.”
Lorenzo's expression hardened.
“Then someone marked the medicine.”
Caldwell nodded.
“Probably to track which doses reached you.”
That meant the killer wasn't simply poisoning Lorenzo.
They were documenting the process.
Beatrice suddenly remembered something.
“The punctured bag had a number.”
She showed them.
B-14.
Caldwell went pale.
“That isn't a medication code.”
“What is it?”
“A storage location.”
Lorenzo looked at him.
“Where?”
Caldwell hesitated.
“Your private archive.”
Lorenzo's eyes narrowed.
“My archive is locked.”
“Apparently not anymore.”
Beatrice understood.
The poisoned medication was only one piece.
Someone had been searching Lorenzo's private records.
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And whatever they wanted was important enough to keep him alive until they found it.
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