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 he crouched down eagerly. "Describe Mr. B to me."

visage not

"She's a dame,

Brian nodded eagerly. "And?"

cut me loose, then

glance at Vivienne. His confidence swelled again. "Believe me, I'll let Vivienne here poison

say goodbye

at a

just letting Brody walk and, with it, any leads on Mr. B's bounty - which would be a jackpot ten times Brody's size -

not matter; high bounties were

Brody's face. "Cut

it!" Brian was not one to let go

kind of bounty hunter would he be if

Brian like a fiddle, then stepped forward with a smile, retrieving

anguish as he watched his

to continue your research and protection from Brian's hunting," Vivienne said, toying

Vivienne had spoken, not even his

Vivienne warily. "You'd

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

B and could potentially spill the beans

was not about to

believe

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

recognition; it was

believe that his long-time rival was actually showing

How could that be?

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

right now!" And so, with flattery

hear was her saying how

Specter Healer? He would be