A Safe Child Makes Noise
“The label was partly torn,” she said, “but forensics pulled the pharmacy serial number and matched it to a patient.”
“Is it in Sondra’s name?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then whose?”
She slid the photo across the table.
Beneath the torn paper, one name was legible.
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