She said three drops a day would keep you dizzy enough to sign whatever got put in front of you.”

The dull ache in my left leg felt colder than the concrete beneath my boots.

“You saw this yourself, with your own eyes?” I asked.

“I stepped back behind the supply pantry door before they turned around,” Rebecca said.

“Two days later, Garrett called me into his office, pulled out forged bank stubs, and told me to clear out my desk before security walked me out.”

She brushed a fleck of soot off her cheek with the back of her wrist.