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"I took them to erase wrinkles. I was developing a few around my eyes. Very few, and they're not noticeable now, due to this new cream I'm using. It is an extract of the--"
Quong was triumphant. "Ohme did give him injections! He claimed they were collagen treatments for wrinkles!"
"What else did he do?" Rowan demanded.
"Nothing"--Raoul looked slightly dazed--"that I can remember."
"Damn it--" Xris was losing patience.
Rowan reached out, laid a hand on his arm, his good ann. Her touch was cool, oddly soothing.
"Perhaps Ohme had you test out a new machine at the same time," she suggested to Raoul.
"Why, yes. Now that you mention it, my late employer Snaga Ohme had just recently purchased a new tanning bed. He offered to let me try it out. He said it would assist the collagen treatments to eradicate the wrinkles."
Quong and Rowan exchanged knowing glances, nodded.
"Did the wrinkles go away?" the doctor asked.
"No." Raoul was aggrieved. "Now that I think of it, they did not. And not only did the wrinkles not go away, I didn't get a tan and I developed the most terrible skin condition. Huge purplish splotches--like these bruises, only worse-broke out on my face and arms. No amount of makeup would hide them. I was unfit to be seen in public. I took to my bed for a week."
"That's it," stated Quong, looking around at the team
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