The Million-Dollar Heart

Brody snorted coldly at Vivienne. "Just you wait. I'll concoct a poison that makes yours look like cherry soda, and you won't even know what hit you when you're lying six feet under!" Without missing a beat, Brian's hand connected with a resounding smack to the back of Brody's head. "What's with that tone? You talking to Vivienne like that? Looking for a knuckle sandwich?" "You already gave me one!" Brody roared back.

Brian, unimpressed, hoisted Brody up by his collar and started fiddling with his face, poking and prodding. "Your face is quite real, isn't it?"

Right now, Brody was tied up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey, unable to make any moves, much less poison anyone. His sharp tongue was about the only weapon he had left.

Seizing a moment of distraction, Brody sank his teeth into Brian's finger. "This is my real face!"

Instantly, Brian's finger started to turn a shade of purple as vivid as a ripe eggplant.

Vivienne casually dusted some powder on Brian's hand, then looked at Brody. "You're quite the spring chicken."

She had to admit Brody's disguise was top-notch.

Back in the loony bin, she had not even realized he was in disguise.

She had truly thought that the nerdy loser look was Brody's actual face.

Tsk.

She had underestimated her adversary.

"The secret's in the moisturizer!" Brody panted, plopping onto the floor. "Brian, cut me loose. I'm a small fry, really. I've got bigger fish for you."

Brian's interest was piqued, poison forgotten. "Bigger fish? Who?"

Brody wiggled a bit. "Untie me first."

"Spill first," Brian retorted, unmoved.

Brody took a deep breath, feeling like a caged lion taunted by mutts.

"Ever heard of GTO? They've got a second-in-command, who goes by Mr. B. I've seen her. The bounty on her head..."

ten times yours!" Brian's eyes might as well have turned into dollar signs as he crouched down eagerly. "Describe

think Brody had seen Mr. B's face, a visage not even the likes of Quincy had

a dame, about five-six,

Brian nodded eagerly. "And?"

me loose,

shooting a glance at Vivienne. His confidence swelled again.

at the threat. "Do it. Poison me. Then, say goodbye to Mr. B's bounty, too. Go ahead,

was at a

leads on Mr. B's bounty - which would be a jackpot ten times Brody's size

world, looks did not matter; high bounties were the

brought a smirk to Brody's face. "Cut me loose, and

one to let go of

bounty hunter would he

stepped forward with a smile, retrieving

he watched

your research and protection from Brian's hunting," Vivienne said, toying with the potion in her hand. Brian stood by

had spoken, not

warily. "You'd do that

me what Mr. B looks like, and I'll make sure you have everything you need for your experiments," Vivienne replied

only one who had seen Mr. B and could potentially spill

was not about to let

could not believe it, eyeing

potion. Your expertise isn't just in poisons. If you wanted to create antidotes, you'd do it with ease. Even this potion,

was not just any recognition; it

could scarcely believe that his long-time rival was

How could that be?

"Yes, if you can help me find the antidote for this potion, my

to work on that antidote right now!" And so, with flattery from

her saying how much

the Specter Healer? He