Wimpole St. name

Usage examples of barrett.

The doctor, whose name was Barrett, had informed her that Kara had fainted during an examination and that she was still unconscious.

Scattered images lingered in her mind: waking up in a sterile room, being strapped to a bed, Dale Barrett draining her of blood, a nightmare image of Alexander, his mouth stained with crimson.

Maybe the hospital had made some kind of mistake, and Barrett had kept her in isolation in hopes of correcting the problem before anyone else found out about it.

Perhaps, even now, Dale Barrett or someone like him was speeding down the highway toward the restaurant.

All she had to do was get to a phone, call Barrett, and tell him that it was Alex's blood that held the strange antibody.

When she'd left him, she had every intention of getting in touch with Dale Barrett and telling him everything.

All she had to do was find a phone, put Barrett on another trail, and maybe her own life would return to normal.

She had hoped Barrett would give up, but he seemed to have the tenacity of a bulldog.

She hated to think what would happen if Barrett got hold of her again.

Whatever problems they might encounter in the future paled beside the more important problems of the present— like Dale Barrett wanting her blood.

During that time, he had seen countless men like Dale Barrett, men who were willing to sacrifice their honor, their integrity, for the promise of fame and fortune.

For a moment, she imagined herself kept in a cage, well-fed and well-cared for, but a prisoner nonetheless, kept in isolation while Barrett siphoned off her blood, selling it a little at a time while he tried to find a way to reproduce it.

She didn't like Barrett, even though he'd never said or done anything to earn her dislike.

Zimmermann stared at Barrett, her face pale, her expression one of stunned horror.

Even if it takes a year for Barrett to give up, at least you'll still have your freedom.