Chapter 33

“This is ridiculous,” Jackson muttered.

“I’ll be happy to take your test,” I said.

“Wiley!” Jackson exclaimed.

“I don’t care,” I said, wondering what Jackson’s problem was. “I don’t do drugs. I don’t even drink beer. I don’t care about your stupid test.”

“Your cooperation is appreciated, but we really need for both of you to take the tests.”

Her eyes drifted over the tops of her glasses to Jackson, as if issuing a challenge.

“While we’re doing that,” she went on, “perhaps Miss Cynthia could interview Noah? She will need some privacy. Is there a bedroom we could use? We will also need to conduct a physical examination of Noah to make sure he is okay. It would be very helpful if you cooperated fully in this regard. He seems very healthy, and I’m sure there will be no problems to report, but you understand we must check for ourselves.”