Dead Med

by Freida McFadden

Matt Conlon is dead.

It’s plastic surgery or bust.

One of the reasons I’m here at DeWitt is because of Dr. Conlon and what he can do for me.

Everything is falling into place.

No matter what I have to do. What the hell does that mean?

And he seems excited she got it right. Or excited by her nipples. Either way.

But I hadn’t expected to find a .357 Magnum.

Okay? No, I’m not okay! My anatomy professor is a drug dealer and a murderer, and I’m probably next on his hit list.

I can only trust myself.

Or can you?

Or maybe she’s in on it too.

I hate Mason instantly.

That’s how I discover Mason is 20205. And that’s when things go horribly wrong.

He’s a really good teacher who cares a lot about his students. I can tell his job means everything to him.

Nobody can ever know what I’ve done.

myelinated

infinitesimally

Also, I was raised Catholic, and we’re not supposed to do things like that.

He’ll never be a doctor.

“An old friend she used to have coffee with all the time told me.”

After all, who would want to drug Dr. Zaleski?