The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 93

These comics were Marcel’s pride and joy! He had to twist Major Garnett’s arm to finally snag them, and now he was hooked right in the thick of the juicy bits!

Marcel had spent a lifetime in uniform, always the picture of stone–faced seriousness, but for these comics, he was practically on his knees, clinging to his granddaughter’s arm, begging.

The moment Calvin heard that Noella was the one dishing out the prescriptions, he zipped his lip, grabbed the meds his granddaughter handed him, and was out like a light all afternoon.

Now, he just swung by to scribble a signature on the prescriptions that Noella whipped up, just going through the motions.

Officially, Calvin was still the head honcho doc, but let’s be real, the power to spring Marcel from the hospital lay in the hands of his darling granddaughter!

“Noella, can’t you leave just one for Grandpa? I’m at the good part, about to hit the motherlode of the plot!”

Seeing Marcel get the same treatment, Sexton was having a field day, grinning from ear to ear. “What’s so great about those ratty comics anyway? You’ve been through a stack of them and still no clue who’s kiddo that is.”

Sexton had flipped through some of Marcel’s comics himself.

“But the next issue is gonna spill the beans, right? Just leave me one!”

Noella picked up a comic, thumbing through it nonchalantly.

“Why’s it in Gerastor?”

Marcel chuckled. “The comic’s called Tandy, a Gerastor artist. I learned Gerastor just for this! Memorizing words at my age, talk about a slog!”

His nightstand was still piled high with dictionaries!

Tandy?

Never heard of this comic artist.

flipped through the comic in hand. It was a stunner, bold colors, a style one wouldn’t see

panel. It showed a heart–shaped orphanage next to

Tandy Hospital!

on earth was Marcel’s comic tied

facing Marcel’s puppy–dog eyes. “Grandpa, I’ll hold onto these

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back onto the bed, hamming up every ache in his body.

kick the bucket, promise you’ll spill the beans on the rest

at a loss for words. Where was that dignified, commanding Grandpa? Turned hustler over

jaws would hit

out you’ve been up all night reading. I’m taking this one too.”

darting back to his room. fearing the last issue

remembered something else, rushed back, and snapped

show off now. Who’s got no photo now?”

on his socials, Marcel

watched his retreat, a mix of exasperation and amusement. Guess the old man still had some pep in his

knot with Palmer, you’ll bunk with me, got it? In case his bad habits spoil

Great–grandkid…

deal, and Sexton was already counting chickens. Seeing the old man’s bubble of bliss, Noella couldn’t

I’ll drop by tomorrow.”

clasped Noella’s hand, snuck a small box from under the bed, and slipped it into her hand while

looked over, Sexton was back to whispering sweet nothings, playing it cool.

and I’ve lived a good long life. A pill more or less won’t kill me. Don’t overdo it, promise

little box into her sleeve,