The person in the blue surgical cap , mask and medical scrubs walked confidently down the hallway of St. Paul's Hospital Center, smiling faintly at the real staff behind the mask , nodding at them.
Then the person stopped before room 234. The smile widened behind the mask. Skip Sands was in that room.
Mr. Sands , today was your last day of life.
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Several minutes later
" Code Blue, Code Blue ! Room 234 ! Code Blue ! "
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" He's a DNR according to his brother. Brain dead anyway. Call it. "
" Time of death 2:00 PM. Someone notify the next of kin and the morgue. "
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The person stepped outside the hospital with the perfect disguise hidden away in a battered old duffel bag. Pulling out a cell phone, Tony Angelletti sent a text to a certain phone number in Connecticut.
Tony : The job is done. Tell my mother in law she won't have Skip Sands bothering her family again.
In a few seconds he received the following text from Jacob Giadello saying , " Good job. Payment has been sent. "
He smiled coldly and shoved his phone in his pants pocket. As he walked away whistling he thought that now he could return back home and pack up the triplets and their shit to send to his fucking wife Dodie.
If she wasn't a Giadello he would kill her in the same manner as Sands. Pity.
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ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera about the trials and tribulations of disabled math professor and genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC area.
