Chapter 12 — Under Arrest

The side door opened and they brought him in out of the rain, and he came in talking.

“That’s my own prescription,” he said, easy, reasonable, pitching it not at Cordell but slightly over him, the way a senior man addresses a junior he expects to defer.

“I mixed up the syringes at home — it’s an honest mistake, the kind any exhausted parent makes.

Two stubborn children, a chaotic morning.

I realized what I’d done within minutes, which is precisely why I called dispatch immediately.