Chapter 40

Gavin and Lorne said their goodbyes and took off. The good nurse checked my vitals again, and what she called the drip delivering an antibiotic. Then she gave me a couple of pain killers. I don’t know if it was because they were strong, or just my general lack of good health right then, but I was asleep almost before she left the room.

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Thursday afternoon they moved me to a private room in the hospital. It seemed as if I had barely settled in when the cops appeared. Okay, make that cop—one Detective Eaton. He pulled up a chair, after introducing himself, sat, and took out a notebook and pen.

“All right,” he said. “I want your version of what happened, from the beginning.”

“Lorne Raynell and I are friends. You know about his brother’s murder, I hope.”

“According to the police where it happened, I know that he probably committed suicide.”