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..."

as well have turned into dollar signs as

B's face, a visage not even the

eyes darted around. "She's a

Brian nodded eagerly. "And?"

me loose,

His confidence swelled again. "Believe me,

threat. "Do it. Poison me. Then, say goodbye to Mr. B's bounty,

at

letting Brody walk and, with it, any leads on Mr. B's bounty

did not matter; high bounties

face. "Cut me loose, and

one to let go

would he be if he

played Brian like a fiddle, then stepped forward

eyes were full of anguish as he watched his

research and protection from Brian's hunting,"

had spoken, not even his greed could

"You'd do that

me what Mr. B looks like, and I'll make sure you have

seen Mr. B and could potentially spill the beans - easier to

not about to let this

believe it, eyeing

the most talented poison master I've ever seen. Your concoctions have earned a place in my collection, and you're the only one who can unlock the secrets of this potion. Your expertise isn't just in poisons. If you wanted to create antidotes, you'd do it with ease. Even this potion, I've been at it for ages with no luck, but you

was not just any recognition; it

scarcely believe that his long-time rival was actually showing

How could that be?

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

get to work on that antidote right now!"

her saying how much more she would respect

He would be