Chapter 6 - The Medicine Wasn't the Poison
Sloan examined the bottle.
It had been emptied deliberately.
But the residue inside contained no toxin.
Rafe looked confused.
“Then why steal it?”
“To make us think the poison came from here.”
Sloan held the bottle under the light.
“There is something else.”
A tiny scratch appeared beneath the label.
She peeled it back.
Another label was underneath.
Rafe stared.
“This isn't my prescription.”
“No.”
“It belongs to someone else.”
Sloan checked the name.
Dr. Everett Lane.
Rafe's physician.
Margarite stepped closer.
“So he switched the bottles?”
“Possibly.”
Rafe's expression hardened.
Sloan continued.
“But if he wanted to poison you, he wouldn't need to fake your medicine.”
“Then what?”
“He wanted us to suspect him.”
Rafe looked at her.
“Why?”
“To distract us from whoever is actually doing this.”
A sound came from the hallway.
Footsteps.
Sloan opened the door.
Nobody was there.
But the security camera above the corridor had been turned away.
Again.
Someone was watching them.
Rafe looked at Sloan.
“How many people know what we're investigating?”
“Four.”
“Who?”
“Me. You. Your mother.”
“And?”
Sloan looked toward the empty corridor.
“Dr. Lane.”
Rafe shook his head.
“Impossible.”
“Why?”
“Because he was with me when the symptoms started.”
Sloan stared.
“That may be exactly why he was able to do it.”
Rafe's face hardened.
Then his phone rang.
Dr. Lane's name appeared.
Rafe answered.
The doctor's voice was calm.
“I think you should come to my office.”
Rafe asked why.
There was a pause.
“Because I know who is poisoning you.”
The call ended.
Sloan looked at Rafe.
“Don't go alone.”
May you like
Rafe nodded.
But neither noticed the shadow standing outside the gate.
