“Lady, you came in after I handed him the drug on a silver platter. Because no one was interested in what Myron Berger had to say about T-cell inhibitors. Only what the great Azor Sparks had to say. Meanwhile, Azor didn’t give a flying fuck about Curedon. All Azor was interested in was Jesus and harvesting hearts. Him and that stupid CB radio, trying to outrun the ambulances to the fatal car accidents, hoping to walk away with some poor brain-dead bastard’s heart—”

“You’re an asshole!”

“And you’re a stupid bitch. A washed-up one at that. Because I’m filing charges on you for scientific espionage—”

“Doc, I don’t think you understand the severity of the charges against you,” Marge said. “Because you’re under arrest for murder—”

“How dare you imply—”

“She’s not implying, she’s doing,” Oliver stated. “Now put your hands behind your back.”

“Get out of here!”

Marge said, “Doctor, don’t make this hard on us.”

Berger screamed, flailing his arms about. “Get out of here!” He threw a book at Oliver. “Out!”

Oliver flung him against the wall, kicked his feet apart, and attempted to hold him still while Marge swung Berger’s arm around his back. But the doctor continued to resist, trying to break free of Oliver’s grip.

Marge clamped on the right cuff, but was having trouble securing it to his left arm. “Sir, please stop moving!”

“Get out—”

Oliver pressed his body into Berger’s, trying to immobilize him. He broke into a sweat, struggling to keep Berger steady. Motherfucker was surprisingly strong. “Got it, Marge?”

Berger screamed.

“I think you’re hurting him,” Elizabeth said meekly.

Oliver was dripping rivers from his face. “Got it?”

“Just…about…damn!” Water rolled off Marge’s forehead. She jerked up Berger’s left hand. “I swear I’m gonna break—”

“Easy, Detective.”

Berger let out another shriek.

Again, Elizabeth said, “I think you’re really hurting him.”

Oliver jammed Berger against the wall. “Got it?”

“I…” Marge heard the double lock click into place. “Got it.”

“Oh God!” Berger moaned out. “I swear I didn’t kill anyone. I swear, I swear, I—”

“I’m gonna read you your rights,” Oliver said.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God! Liz, I swear I never killed anyone—”

“Will you kindly shut up?” Oliver said.

“Don’t talk, Myron,” Elizabeth said. “Don’t say anything until you’ve talked to a lawyer.”

“You believe me?”

“Of course. Scientific pilfering is one thing. But murder?”

“Will you both shut up so I can Mirandize him?” Oliver yelled.

“I want my lawyer,” Berger blurted out.

“If you don’t let me get this out, you ain’t gonna have anything, Doc.”

Finally, Berger fell quiet. Oliver took a deep breath, then read the doctor his rights. At the conclusion, Berger again requested a lawyer.

“No problemo, Doc,” Oliver said. “You can have your lawyer. Let’s go.”