My right palm was raw where the brass key had rested, and I couldn’t stop rubbing it.

“The first blood panel came back,” Paul said.

He tapped his pen twice on the board.

“Chloe has a heavy amount of a pediatric sedative nobody prescribed her.

A dose no child her size should ever get.”

“Does that clear my name?” I asked.

“It turns this into a criminal case,” he said.

“The officer upstairs is writing it up right now.