Maddox put the new results in my hands, and I read them, and my eyes narrowed at what they showed.
It was not the emergency everyone upstairs had assumed.
It was something that does not happen to a healthy man by accident in the middle of the night — the fingerprint of something that had been given to him.
Chapter 9 — Not an Accident
I read the panel a second time to be certain, because you do not say the next sentence out loud unless you are certain.
“This is not a stroke,” I said, “and it is not his heart failing on its own.