Short Story - The Adventures of LaBertha Johnson – Akilah C. McDaniel

By: Akilah C. McDaniel

The Beginning

Imagine a nice neighborhood with somewhat quiet streets and nice neat little houses with nice, manicured little yards. Now we will zoom in on one house in particular. This house is a small red-brick one with a dark red door. As we look through the kitchen window, we will see a black woman, in her late twenties or early thirties, drinking a cup of tea while waiting for her toast to toast in the toaster. Just as she turned to get a jar of jelly from the refrigerator the toast began to burn and smoke began to float up from the faulty appliance. By the time that she finally turned back around with the jar in hand, the smoke was pouring from the malfunctioning toaster. She gasped and ran to the dishrack to grab something that would pull the burning bread from the toaster. She grabbed a fork and used it to pry the now charcoal out. But as soon as the wet metal touched the still plugged in toaster…ZZZZZZZ. LaBertha Johnson got a jolt that would forever change her life.

It was her luck that Mrs. Snooker, her neighbor, walked in the back door.

“Oh dear,” She whispered and immediately unplugged the toaster. Now that LaBertha was free of the electricity, her body slumped to the floor. “Honey, are you alright?” she asked her obviously unconscious neighbor. She bent down and checked the young woman’s pulse and found that she could barely feel it. Mrs. Snooker shuffled to the phone and dialed 911.

Fifteen minutes later, the ambulance pulled into the driveway and two paramedics rushed a gurney through the door that Mrs. Snooker held open. Within five, the ambulance pulled away from the little brick house.

Three days later, LaBertha drove her blue BMW into her driveway after being released by the doctor to go home. As she pulled up, she noticed that a light was on in her bedroom. Mrs. Snooker must be feeding Sparky, she thought as she stepped out her car. Sparky was her little Scottie puppy that she found at the local Humane Society. I bet he misses me. She smiled as she walked around to the trunk to get her overnight bag. After closing the trunk, she slowly moved toward the front door, thinking of the joyful welcome that she was hoping to receive. Oops! I left the car door open. She turned around and walked back to the car. Using her hip, she closed the door, but instead of hearing the usual click she heard a loud crunch and something heavy hitting the ground behind her. To her surprise, the car door was dented and jammed into the frame of the still rocking car. LaBertha’s brown eyes were the size of half dollars as she took in the sight of her ruined car. She had bought this car with the first big check that she had earned as a private investigator. These repairs would cost more than three of her checks combined, now that business had slowed down.

After five minutes, which to her mouth seemed an eternity, she realized that her mouth was dry from hanging open. She closed her mouth and slowly backed away from the wreck and into the house where Mrs. Snooker was standing with the most confused look her old, wrinkled face. For ten minutes neither one of them could speak.

“What just happened?” LaBertha said at last.

“You’re asking me?” Mrs. Snooker replied. They sat another five minutes in silence.

“Does bumping a door closed usually cause that much damage?” Johnson asked, again breaking the silence. Mrs. Snooker did not answer. “How am I going to explain this to the insurance company?” LaBertha continued. “I think I’m going to call the hospital and see if there are any side effects to electrical shock.” LaBertha got up and went into the kitchen to call the hospital. After dialing, waiting for an answer, and then getting a recording, she slammed the phone onto its cradle. Hearing the crunch of plastic and the crumble of plaster while witnessing LaBertha’s hand disappearing into the wall left both women, for the fourth time, she was speechless.

After a silence that lasted about a minute, LaBertha asked Mrs. Snooker if she could borrow her car.

“Noooo!” the frightened, old woman screamed as she shuffled out of the door as fast as her old legs could carry her.

“I think I’ll go to work now,” LaBertha said to Sparky, who had just crawled out from under the table.

After staring at her damaged possessions, she walked down the street to the bus stop. LaBertha was about hundred feet or so from the stop when the bus slowed slightly as the driver looked for patrons. Not seeing her approaching, the bus driver sped up and continued down the street just as she ran up to the stop.

“Hey! Hey! Wait up!” LaBertha yelled as she began wave, jumping up and down to catch the driver’s attention. She caught the driver’s attention alright. After the second jump Labertha found herself surrounded by green leaves and rustling branches. Somehow she had jumped into the oak that overshadowed the bus stop.

“This is just great. First, I wreck my car, then I smash my phone into my wall, and now I miss the bus while doing a disappearing act,” LaBertha fumed as she sat in the branches of the oak.

But she did not realize that the number of people that had seen her uncanny abilities had increased in number. The bus driver nearly crashed when he saw a woman practically fly off of the ground while he watched in his rear view mirror.

About an hour after the ascension, LaBertha walked into her small office that she shared with her partner, Mike Washington, a fellow investigator.

“Looks like a tree attacked you,” Mike laughed as walked past his desk. LaBertha remained silent. So Mike kept going. “Or maybe you’re trying a ‘natural’ look.”

This remark seemed to grab LaBertha’s goat. She turned abruptly and gave him the Look. It was so intense that Mike was knocked out of his chair and his coffee mug shattered while it sat on his desk.

“Whoa,” Washington breathed.

“I can’t take this anymore,” LaBertha said as she broke down and cried. Seeing that this was really bothering her, Mike got up and came over to her side.

“Can’t take what?” he asked, immediately curious. She told him about everything that had happened to her that day and he was now as baffled as she was. “I’ll drive you to the hospital, if you want me to.” She nodded and thanked him as they both got up and headed to his car.

Late that night, after myriads of tests, the doctors were still baffled at LaBertha’s test results.

“Most extraordinary,” commented one doctor.

“Maybe we should send her to get another opinion,” said another.

“I think that this is something that we should keep quiet,” the head doctor said. “I have a feeling that the government would love to run some tests on her.” he let that thought sink in before he continued. “And that might bring this hospital more funding.”

A doctor objected. “We’ll have to get her permission first before we do anything further. And aren’t there other ways to get funding? More worthy causes?”

His question hung in the air but no one bothered to answer it. Neither was the head doctor going to because he had plans forming in the back of his mind.

In another part of the hospital, LaBertha and Mike waited for the doctors to come back and voice their decision. While they were conversing, the door opened and two orderlies dressed in ill-fitting uniforms entered the room. The dark-haired one spoke first. “Doctor Smith sent us to transfer you to another hospital for testing.” As the last words left his mouth, the other orderly moved forward with a cloth in hand and proceeded to put it over LaBertha’s nose. But before Mike could stop him, he, too, was unconscious.

“W-where am I?” mumbled the dazed and sedated LaBertha. When she did not get an answer, she tried to get up to look around, but found that she could only raise her head. The rest of her body was strapped down to a metal examining table. Wonderful, she thought as she let her head rest on the cold metal.

Feeling that she had to do something, she picked her head up again and began to scan the part of the room that she could see. There was a door to her right and a small window was directly above her. Mike was to her left and he, too, was strapped down. Just as her gaze began to shift, Mike groaned. “Mike, you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Mike replied groggily.

Then a voice came out of nowhere. “Ahh, I see that my guests have finally arrived and are ready for our scheduled conference.” Then the door opened and a stately middle aged man entered the examining room. “My name Dr. Christopher P. Smith and I will be your host. I see that you have already made yourselves quite comfortable. The first of our events will be the extraction of blood from Miss Johnson.” On cue, the two “orderlies,” now dressed in well-fitting clothes, came into the room. “These are my assistants, Mr. Logan and Mr. Harollds.” With a nod from their leader, they prepared the needle needed to do their task.

“Now wait just a minute,” LaBertha said indignantly, “Don’t I get some say in this?”

“Not exactly, Miss Johnson,” Dr. Smith said with poorly hidden annoyance in his voice.

“And why not?” asked LaBertha equally annoyed.

“Because you are strapped down and I am not,” replied Smith with a hint of amusement on his face.

“Well, unstrap us and we’ll see who gets to say what!” Mike snarled angrily.

“Now, now, Mr. Washington,” the doctor purred. “There is no need for such violence. Mr. Harollds, please administer the silent treatment to Mr. Washington.” The assistant walked to the table that Mike was strapped to and simply placed a strip of duct tape on Mike’s mouth. “Now for the withdrawal.”

Mr. Logan moved toward LaBertha with a needle that looked rather large. With every step, LaBertha’s rage and fear grew. When Logan’s last step brought him to her side, LaBertha broke the bonds on her arms and she then punched Logan so hard that he hit the floor and did not move. Seeing this, Dr. Smith and Harollds were stunned, but Dr. Smith quickly recovered.

“Get over there, dunderhead!” Smith yelled.

“Yes, sir.” Harollds said with a bit of hesitation. Then he moved cautiously over the foot of LaBertha’s table, but found that she had already unfastened her legs and was ready to kick his head in. But she settled on just kicking him in the groin.

Now it’s time for Smith’s payment, thought LaBertha. But it was too late. Smith, who was a couple of steps ahead of her, had already gotten outside and was locking the door.

“Don’t think that this is over, Miss Johnson. My experiments have only just begun.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll be waiting for you, Dr. Smith.”
LaBertha, realizing that it would only be a matter of time before the two henchman woke up, looked around the room for something to tie them up with. In a drawer, she found some tubing with which she tied Logan and Harollds together. Now that that task was completed, she freed Mike. He took the tape off of his mouth.

“Smith is really going to get it now. Just let me at that wimp. If you can hear me, Doctor, come out and fight like a real man. Where are—“

“Shut up, Mike,” LaBertha hissed. “That’s no way to get him out.” She grabbed him and whispered her plan into his ear.

When she finished, a smile spread across Mike’s face. “Wonderful! When do we start?”

“I’m not sure, but I’ll know when the time is right,” she assured him.

Dr. Smith looked up the phone numbers of the people that he wanted to contact in Washington, D. C. He decided to call General Banks, a fellow doctor who had joined the army in their younger days. He dialed the number and waited. The secretary who answered recognized him and put him straight through to her boss.

“Hello, Chris,” a rumbling voice answered.

“Hello, Angus,” the doctor replied. He was the one of the few people that could call the General by his first name. “I’m sorry that we cannot chat like long lost friends right now, but I have a peculiar specimen that I think would be of importance to you. This may very well be a breakthrough in military tactics.”

“You don’t say.” Smith could not tell if this was genuine interest or sarcasm until the General continued, “Give me a date and time and I’ll be there.”

“Anytime in the next two days should do.” Smith rubbed his hands together and grinned.

“Well, let me clear up some business here and I will let you know when I’ll be able to make it. Alright?”

“Alright.” Smith hung up the phone and looked for the number of a scientist he knew at Roswell.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting hungry,” Mike stated.

“Well, you’re not the only one. I wonder how long we’ve been in here.” LaBertha looked around for the umpteenth time. This time the window registered in her mind. “Why didn’t I see that before?” she thought aloud. Then she got up from where she was sitting and walked over to the table to which she had been strapped earlier. LaBertha climbed onto the table and stood up so she could reach the window. There seemed to be no latch, so the only way to open the window was to break it open. LaBertha jumped down from the table to look for a sheet to protect her from broken glass. Unfortunately, Dr. Smith had seen to it that there would be nothing to use for escaping the room.

“Take off your shirt,” LaBertha said curtly to Mike.

“Why?” Mike asked. “What are you going to do with it?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just give me the stupid shirt.” When Mike saw the look in her eyes, he did not argue and did what she said.

LaBertha took the shirt and wrapped her hand in it. She stared at her hand for a moment, then decided not to use the shirt like that. Instead, she put the shirt on her head and pulled off her shoe. She backed up a little then threw the shoe as hard as she could.

The glass shattered and showered down on LaBertha. But her shoe did not come back down nor did they hear it land. That’s strange, she thought as she cleared away the remaining glass. “Come on, Mike. We’re getting out of here.”

“Can I have my shirt back?”

“Sure.”

Mike took his shirt, shook it a few times, then put it on. He noticed that there were a few holes in it that were not there before but decided that it was still wearable for the moment. He looked up and saw that his partner had already made her escape. “How’d you get out so fast?”

“I jumped.”

“You jumped. Great.” Then Mike climbed out to catch up with LaBertha.

The telephone rang in Dr. Smith’s office. Smith stopped typing and picked up the receiver. “Hello.”

“Hey, Chris, this is Angus.”

“Oh, hi. So what time should I expect you?”

“Something major has come up and I won’t be able to make it for another two weeks or so. Will that be too late?”

“I would say so. I cannot hold the specimen for too long. People will begin to miss it if I keep it too long or someone else may beat you to the punch. I have offered to show it to several organizations.”

“How d– Maybe I can make it this weekend,” Banks said in defeat.

“Good. I’ll make sure to delay the tour until you arrive.”

“Tour?”

“Of course, my friend. You will join a party of other prospects when you arrive.”

“I thought this was a private thing between you and me, not a circus,” Banks nearly shouted.

“I never said that, Angus.”

“I could have sworn –“ Banks began to say.

“You were quite mistaken, General,” Smith said firmly. “Now I have urgent matters that I must attend to. Will I see you on Saturday?”

“Yes. You can count on it, buster.” The phone clicked and the line went dead.

Unruffled, Dr. Smith pushed a button for another line and called Harollds to his office.

When Harollds arrived, Dr. Smith noticed that his lackey had a worried look on his face and was nervously wringing his hands. He decided to let Harollds be the first to bring up whatever was bothering him.

“Yes, Dr. Smith?” Harollds asked quietly, almost mumbling.

“I want you and Mr. Logan to make sure everything is in tip-top shape by Friday. And see if the prisoners are hungry. We don’t want them to waste away before Saturday arrives.”

Mr. Harollds cleared his throat nervously. “Uh, sir, the prisoners aren’t here.”

“What do you mean ‘they’re not here’?” Dr. Smith asked in a surprisingly calm tone.

“Well, sir, what I said. They’re not here.”

“Have you looked for them?”

Mr. Harollds studies an imaginary spot on the rug. “Well, no sir. You called me just as I was beginning to search.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Get going!” Dr. Smith yelled as he slammed his desk with his fist.

“Y-yes sir,” Harollds stuttered as he backed toward the door.

Just when I come into an easy fortune, everything goes wrong, Dr. Smith thought as his office door is closed quietly.

“What do we do now, fearless leader?” Mike asked sarcastically.

“First, we get away from this building,” LaBertha answered testily. She started to run forward until a bright light that seemed to come out of nowhere lit up the entire complex. LaBertha instinctively jumped back. “Okay. Let’s try something else,” she whispered as she squatted next to Mike who had not budged.

“Change of plans, o fearless leader?” Mike questioned mockingly.

“Give me a minute, I’m thinking.”

“I wish we could turn off these hot lights,” Mike complained as he used what was left of his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his brow.

“That’s it! Let’s find out where the power source for the complex is and shut off the power,” LaBertha said more to herself than to her companion. Mike nodded in agreement to LaBertha’s back as she began to move away from along the wall.

The complex was pretty large and the building that had been their prison seemed to be the main building. It took about ten minutes for LaBertha and Mike to walk around the building. They were about to move on to the next building when suddenly they heard footsteps.

“I wish this ground wasn’t concrete,” they heard one of the henchmen say, “because if it were just dirt, we would be able to at least find their tracks.”

LaBertha motioned for Mike to move closer. “Let’s head over to that building over there,” LaBertha whispered and pointed to the building that would take that was farthest from their hunters. “At least we’ll be away from them for awhile.” She sprinted for the building but was surprisingly stopped by an invisible force field surrounding their target building. She bounced off the field like a tennis ball bouncing off of a concrete wall.

“Are you alright?” Mike puffed out when he finally caught up to her.

“Yeah, I think so,” LaBertha responded while checking for injuries.

“What now, genius?” Mike asked sarcastically when he was sure that she was okay.

LaBertha gave him the Look and knocked him into the force field.

“Hey! Don’t do that again or I’m gonna -” Mike fumed until he realized that LaBertha was not even paying attention to him. She was staring into the direction of the force field. She screwed up her face and directed her concentration at field and was rewarded with a crackle. The force field was weakening! LaBertha stood up and walked closer to the weakened spot and punched it with all her might. Her punch threw her off balance and she fell through the opening.

“Well that was easy,” LaBertha breathed as she dusted herself off.

“Keep that up and our police department will want to recruit you for the S.W.A.T. team,” Mike commented, stepping through the now widening hole. “What’s next?”

“Same thing as before, we search for the power source to this place.”

After searching for about five minutes it seemed that this building was devoid of any openings except for an occasional air vent. Just as the two escapees were about to give up their search, Mike found a what seemed to be a door. “Bingo,” he whispered as he looked for a way to open the door since it did not have a knob or any other obvious opening mechanism. “Or maybe not.”

“We don’t have time to figure this out,” LaBertha said as she gently nudged Mike to the side of the door. Turning to face him, she swung her left hip towards the door and sent if flying into the darkness beyond the new opening. “Next time don’t call out “bingo” until you’ve double checked your numbers. You go left and I’ll go right.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mike said with astonishment in his voice. Dang, what can’t she do? He thought as he entered the dark room.

LaBertha followed the wall with one hand touching the wall and the other stretched out in front of her. It was not too long before her guiding wall stopped and her left hand told her that she was facing another wall. But this wall was not made of the same material as the one that she had used a guide. It was smooth like glass. Actually, it was glass!

LaBertha felt along the glass wall until she felt a crack and air seeping through it. She followed the crack with her fingers until they were about waist high. Aha! Here’s the door handle. Opening the door, LaBertha was suddenly bathed in light. Not again, she groaned inwardly as she listened for alarms. Luckily there were none and she continued through the door. Directly in front of her was a workstation with nothing but a computer screen on the desk’s surface. Since LaBertha and computers were not the best of friends, she immediately turned around and searched the darkness for Mike. He was running for the glass cage as he looked around for sentries to jump out or laser beams to cut him in half.

“Why to you get all the excitement?” Mike huffed when he reached the door.

LaBertha ignored his remark and pointed to the workstation. “I think that this computer controls the power. Do you think that you could get in and figure out how to turn it off?”

“Shouldn’t be problem, milady.”

I wish that I had set up that new surveillance system! Dr. Smith fumed as he listened to the radio set in his hand.

“Sir, Building A shows no sign of them,” said the voice coming through the speaker.

“Well, of course not, you idiot! Use the ScentFinder and maybe you’ll get a clue this time!” Smith screamed, his voice becoming shrill.

The ScentFinder is a robot that can pick up just about any scent that is stored in its memory. The robot is a compact machine that has various modes of transportation, changing according to the terrain. This machine is 99.9% accurate and rarely loses its prey.

While Dr. Smith resides in his in his office, Mr. Harollds and Mr. Logan are now searching Building B.

“I’ll search outside and you go get the ScentFinder,” Mr. Harollds told Mr. Logan.

“Roger,” Mr. Logan saluted as he turned to fulfill his assignment.

“I’m not Roger, I’m John,” Harollds corrected.

“I was not calling you Roger, I was letting you know that I got what you said,” Logan replied irritably.

“I know. I was just trying to be funny. You know a joke.”

“Sure you were, John I’m going to get the ScentFinder.”

Mr. Harollds turned to resume his search. Just as he headed for the Maintenance Building, the lights overhead flickered and then went completely out.

“Hey, what happened to the lights,” Mr. Harollds asked the night air. “Good thing I have this,” he said as he whipped out his keychain flashlight and continued on his way.

“Mike, you are the man,” LaBertha squealed in congratulations.

“Thank you. Thank you very much,” Mike said in his best Elvis voice. “But how are we going to get back out of here? We don’t have any light whatsoever and we didn’t steal a flashlight or two before we left the other building.”

You’re right. You think that you can turn the power back on? There have to be some flashlights kept around here for emergencies. Speaking of emergencies, it’s kinda weird that there are no emergency lights in here.”

Mike punched a few keys and brought power back online. “An the then there was light,” Mike muttered.

“We’d better get going before they find us,” LaBertha said cutting Mike’s shining moment short.

A voice came from behind them. “I think it’s a little too late for that, Miss,” Mr. Logan growled from the doorway. He pulled his radio from his belt. “Mr. Harollds, you’re needed.”

“You don’t think you can take both of us on, do you?” Mike challenged.

“Well, me and my partner Bessie will keep you two in line,” Logan grinned as he pulled out his handgun.

“What’s going on -” Mr. Harollds stopped when he became aware of the situation.

“It looks like we’re in luck once again, my friend,” Logan bragged.

“Have you called Dr. Smith yet?” Harollds asked his colleague.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Imbecile.”

“I didn’t call because I didn’t want to screw up a good thing like you would’ve done.”

Harollds glowered at Logan as he pushed the call button on his radio.

“Yes, what is it?” Dr. Smith answered.

“We’ve got the specimens, sir.”

"Good. Bring them back to their room.”

“Yes, sir.” Harollds turned off his radio. He nodded to Logan and the group walked back to the Building A.

Dr. Smith met the group at the door. “Nice to see you again,” he purrred. “Gentlemen, please escort our lovely guests to another room.”

“Sure thing, Dr. Smith,” the “gentlemen” answered.

“Does this room have beds this time?” Mike inquired.

Silence.

“Do we get a TV?”

Silence.

“How about room service?”

Silence.

“Are we almost there?”

“Just shut up, man. You’re really getting on my nerves,” Logan threw over his shoulder.

“We’re here, ladies and gentlemen,” Harollds announced.

The room was much smaller than the room in which they had been imprisoned. There were no windows. Two beds were the only furnishings in the cell. Dust covered everything.

“Wow, is this luxury or what?” LaBertha said flatly.

“Just get in there and we’ll be keeping a close watch on you two.” Logan nodded towards the far corner. There was a small camera perched there and in every corner of the room.

“So what keeps us from breaking or covering up the cameras?” Mike asked to no one in particular.

“Oh, nothing at all. But we’ll still know where you two are,” Harollds smirked as he and Logan backed out of the cell and closed the door behind them.

“Now what are we going to do?” Mike whined. “We got out of the first room they put us in, but this room doesn’t look so easy.”

Will you just be quiet for once. You’re not helping this situation any by your complaining,” LaBertha said through clenched teeth.

Mike was quiet.

For the next twenty minutes, the cell was in complete silence. But the two inhabitants were quiet for two completely different reasons. LaBertha was trying to figure out how to escape. Mike was sulking.

At last, LaBertha broke the silence. “This cell should be be as easy to break out of as the last one we were in,” she said cheerfully.

“There’s no window,” Mike mumbled.

“I have super-strength now. I can bust the door down or break through a wall or two,” LaBertha replied casually.

“So what’s the holdup? We should have been out of here by now,” Mike argued.

“It isn’t quite that easy, Mike. As soon as I begin to do something, those goons outside are going to know. So that means that they’ll be waiting for us when we get out or at least stop us with a couple of bullets. You may not know this, but I’m not bulletproof.”

“Not Wonder Woman, huh?” Mike snorted.

“Wonder Woman isn’t bulletproof, her bracelets are.”

“Excuse me, Supergirl then.”

“Can’t fly.”

“Why don’t we just jump them when they come to give us our food. They do it all the time on TV.”

“I was just going to say that. There is one power that I can use without alerting them.”

Logan and Harollds opened the cell door just as LaBertha finished speaking.

“It’s time for the lab rat to run the maze,” Logan said as he and Harollds approached LaBertha.

“Who are you calling a lab rat?” LaBertha growled as she gave them the Look. That Look was more powerful than any other Look that LaBertha has thrown thus far. It was so powerful that it knocked both goons and the wall of the cell into the hall. It was also enough to leave Mike both speechless and motionless. But LaBertha did not even notice. She just grabbed his arm and leaped over the mess, clearing it as if she were hopping over a puddle on a rainy day. A few yards down the hall, Mike finally snapped out of his shock, and LaBertha released her grip on his arm.

Rounding a corner, the two escapees nearly ran down Dr. Smith, who had stepped from the shadows to block their escape.

“You really thought that you escape, didn’t you?” the doctor sneered.

“We still can,” LaBertha answered calmly.

“How?” Both Dr. Smith and Mike questioned in unision.
LaBertha could not answer immediately, but here chance came before anyone could notice her hesitation. Logan stumbled from around the corner and distracted Dr. Smith for a split second. But that was all LaBertha needed. She leaped towards Dr. Smith feet first, striking his chest. The blow effectively knocked the wind out the doctor thus immobilizing him. Mike took that moment to give Logan a left hook to the jaw that sent him sprawling behind them.

“That’s how,” LaBertha stated as she picked Dr. Smith up off of the floor where he had lain gasping for breath. She turned to Mike. “I’ll watch these two losers and you can go get the sheets off of those cots in the cell. We’ll use them to tie up all three of them and then call the cops.”

Half an hour later, Mike and LaBertha stood amidst the organized chaos of a crime scene answering most of the questions of the detective in charge. Both avoided telling the detective the means of their escape and just let the woman draw her own conclusions. Some things are just better left unsaid. But they were clear on what Dr. Smith had done to them and made sure that charges were pressed. There was enough evidence to put Dr. Smith and his henchmen away for a very long time.

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