This story hasn’t got a proper name yet, it’s just labeled for the main character.
“Just what Della is going to tell us,” Karen said, smiling at Della as she walked in the room.
“They had a big turnover at Ravenwood. One doctor murdered, killed by a colleague, another implicated as an accomplice. In all the kerfuffle following, a few patients, who had been up for review, were released by mistake. Her doctor was the one killed. Someone else went through his notes, spoke to the patients and, not knowing them like he did, released them. Three got out. Two are back. Vena, supposedly the least volatile, is still wandering around.”
“Least? What are the other two, ax murdering father rapers?” I yelped. “She’s Satan’s Mistress! Psychotic Hellspawn! She’s like napalm and C-4 all mixed together.” I shuddered, putting the cold bottle against my head. “For God’s sake, Ralan, find her fast, please. Or I will have performance issues out the ass, dude. And I just started dating someone new.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes