Today’s newsletter features a sneak peek of the upcoming Killer Sweet Tooth. I hope you enjoy it! 🙂
When we got there, I was relieved to see lights blazing in the back of the office. Dr. Bainsworth was already there and, presumably, had everything ready to fix Myra’s tooth.
Myra pulled her scarf up over the lower portion of her face before stepping out into the cold air. I walked ahead so I could hold the heavy door open.
We stepped inside and looked around the empty office. Empty offices always look creepy at night, don’t you think? There was only one light on in the entryway,; and in the waiting area, the long, skinny windows allowed muted light from streetlamps to filter in, casting shadows throughout the room.
“Dr. Bainsworth? It’s Daphne Martin and Myra Jenkins. Would you like us to come on back?”
He didn’t answer, and I supposed maybe he couldn’t hear us.
“Let’s go on back,” I said to Myra.
She nodded slightly, and we walked toward the examining rooms.
“Dr. Bainsworth?” I called again. “Are you back here?”
I looked inside the first room. My eyes widened, and my hand flew to my throat. I turned to Myra in shocked silence.
“Wha?” She followed my gaze to where Dr. Bainsworth was lying facedown on the floor. A trickle of blood emanated from his head. “No!”
“It’s okay,” I said, putting my arms around her. “I’ll call 9-1-1. I’m sure he’ll be all right.”
“My toot! Who’ll fiss my toot!” she cried.
I heard a thud in the lobby as if someone had tripped over a piece of furniture. I froze, and Myra did too.
“Whoever did this to Dr. Bainsworth is still here,” I whispered.
“We have to find something to defend ourselves with.” I stepped into the examining room and grabbed a huge plastic toothbrush.
Myra armed herself with a model of a molar so big she could barely hold it. She raised it up to eye level so she’d be ready to strike someone with it if need be.
It was at that moment that we heard the sirens. Which was odd because I hadn’t called 9-1-1 yet.
I looked from my giant toothbrush to Myra’s giant molar to the dentist bleeding on the floor. “This is not good.”
I had no more than gotten those four words out of my mouth than when two policemanpolicemen, neither of whom I knew—which is also odd, given my past experiences here in Brea Ridge—came around the corner with their guns drawn. Had we wanted to, Myra and I could not have escaped. We’d brought a toothbrush and a molar to a gunfight.
Killer Sweet Tooth is scheduled to be released October 11, 2011.