And there will be no mistake today, he thought grimly as he pulled a vial from his pocket.

He held it up to the light: Loki in its liquid form was odorless and tasteless, with only a hint of blue. He un-stoppered the vial and poured about a tablespoon’s worth into Nadia’s mug. He rolled the thick liquid around, coating the inner surface halfway up the sides.

The concentrate was drying already. In minutes it would be unnoticeable.

He’d estimated Nadia’s weight at about one-twenty or so. A tablespoon of the concentrate was a hefty dose, and the effect would last a good four to six hours. He added a few extra drops for good measure.

He watched the sequence play out before his mind’s eye…

Nadia had few aggressive or violent tendencies, but within half an hour or so of finishing her coffee, whatever ones she possessed would be magnified ten-, twenty-fold, turning her into a raging wild woman. She’d become uncontrollable, a jungle cat, raging about, smashing things, perhaps trying to smash people as well. Inevitably she’d be arrested for disorderly conduct and suspicion of drag use, but only suspicion, because the police labs had yet to figure out how to test for Loki.

But suspicion wouldn’t be enough.

He stoppered the vial, returned it to his pocket, and came up with a small glassine envelope. He then stepped to Nadia’s desk, pulled open the bottom drawer, and stuffed the envelope in a rear corner.

In act two, a police search turns up the envelope and the four Berzerk tablets within. Suspicion then becomes fact: Nadia is tagged with a record of drag abuse. Her credibility is destroyed and whatever suspicions she might raise about Gleason’s disappearance or about GEM’s connection to street drags will be tainted… the ramblings of a brain-fried druggie.

The strength began to seep from Luc’s legs and he dropped into Nadia’s chair.

How can I do this to her?

Not only will her credibility go down the tubes, but her medical career as well. She might be able to retain her medical license after going through rehab, but her reputation as a reliable physician will be ruined.

Have I really sunk so low?

Luc gathered his strength and rose. He returned to the Mr. Coffee and picked up Nadia’s mug. There was a sink in the washroom. He’d rinse it out, remove the pills from her drawer, and leave everything just as he’d found it. And then he’d look for another way to deal with this.

He started toward the door, then stopped.

What other way?

How else to keep her from accusing GEM other than placing another call to Prather? That would be what Kent and Brad would want. As Kent had said, once you’ve ordered one death, ordering a second is easier. Ordering a third—Nadia’s—would be a Cakewalk for those two. But he had enough blood on his hands.

He stared into Nadia’s mug. The concentrate was almost completely dry now. In a way, the Loki was by far the lesser evil. It might damage her future, but at least she’d be alive. And she’d have at least some sort of career.