The master suite doors stood four inches open, letting a sharp smell of rubbing alcohol spill out into the corridor.

Dr.

Wallace was bent over the mattress, his left hand holding Raymond’s bare forearm while his right hand held a long syringe full of clear liquid.

The needle was two inches above the rubber injection port on the line in Raymond’s arm.

“Step away from the bed now,” Detective Miller said, his voice filling the bedroom before his boots even touched the rug.

Dr.