“She’s looking into those medication carts at Howard-Medical.com.” Elizabeth said. It was the story her mother had given her, but everyone knew that was just a cover up. “Right.” The old man snickered. “Just fix me a damn drink. I’ll deal with her when she gets here.” Elizabeth nodded then quickly made her way to the kitchen to pour her stepfather a glass of whiskey. But instead of waiting in the living room as he usually did, she found him standing directly behind her after she’d poured the drink.