Hester smiled savagely, syringe in hand. Piers was just up ahead; her quarry was in sight. She advanced silently, her footsteps muffled by the mellifluous murmuring in her head. She reached the end of the room, just as Piers reached out. Hester put a soft, restraining hand on his arm. Eyes fixed on Piers, she slowly, surgically, proceeded to siphon the jam out of every one of the doughnuts. Piers went limp.