Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“I won’t discuss specific chemical findings over an open cell connection,” Doctor Aris said.
“I can be at your office in twenty minutes,” I said.
“Drive around to the back lot behind the main building,” he said.
“Use the side entrance near the alley dumpster.”
“Is there a problem with the sample?” I asked.
“Just come straight to my desk, Mrs.
Vance,” he said, and hung up.
I parked my sedan behind the brick clinic, right next to the grey steel dumpster in the alley.