“And the doctor?” Brandon asked.

“Dr.

Wallace surrendered his state medical license yesterday afternoon,” I said.

“He signed a full confession about the paralytic injections to avoid the federal wire fraud charge.”

Brandon nodded slowly, looking out at the quiet suburban street, where a yellow mail truck was driving past.

“Raymond called me yesterday evening,” Brandon said softly.

“He asked if I’d come by the estate office next Tuesday to look over the fleet maintenance records.”

“Are you going to go?” I asked.