Christopher took two quick steps back until his heels hit the mahogany tallboy.

“Uncle, you’re delirious,” Christopher said, his voice cracking on the second word.

“The fever has broken your mind.

You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Raymond didn’t look at his nephew.

He kept his eyes on Detective Miller.

“I know my name, I know the date, and I know that white box in Dr.

Wallace’s bag contains a controlled paralytic,” Raymond said.