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Nothing, but since none of us can understand what these pills are, maybe she can tell me what they are. Once I know, then I’ll bring them over here so you can add them to your evidence or whatever.”

“Good plan,” Raymond said. “By all means, bring it back here and I’ll keep it safe.”

“Thanks, Raymond,” Shay said as he stuck his hand out to shake. “I’ll continue to cooperate with this investigation, let me know if you need anything else.” He started toward the door, then paused before he opened it. “Oh, I’m telling you right now, I’m not being a bastard about it, I’m stating the God’s honest truth.”

“What’s that?”

“This is for glorification, but I will not be going to that operation on Thursday.”

“Heard,” Raymond said with a grin. “I wouldn’t either.” They all laughed and Shay left to go back to work, then everyone elseleft to go back to their own jobs, leaving Raymond alone with the new evidence that was collected that day.

CHAPTER 14

Amelia turnedto see who pulled up to her cabin and smiled when she saw Raymond behind the wheel of his truck. She walked back to the top of the steps, crossed her arms beneath her breasts, and leaned against the post, not speaking until he exited, but she frowned when she saw he carried a bag with him.

“Welcome, but what’s up?” She uncrossed her arms to point to the plastic grocery bag he carried.

“Couple of questions for you, and I thought I’d offer to cook you dinner.” He held up his hand before she could answer. “Nothing special, just some spaghetti, and garlic bread.”

“You’re cooking?”

“Yes.”

“Come on in.” She laughed as she turned to open her door, and walk inside. She wiped her feet, and went over to grab a bottle of water. “I don’t have to tell you that this cabin is set up like yours. I believe my dishes are in the same cupboards as yours.” She stepped back with a grin. “By all means, help yourself. I have to warn you though.”

“What’s that?”

“Spaghetti is one of my top three favorite dishes, and I haven’t had it in over six months. Oh, and don’t think I’m adelicate flower when it comes to eating. If something is good, and I like it, I’ll devour it.”

Raymond laughed, “Good, I love a woman with a healthy appetite.” He turned to empty the bag, and didn’t see her expression when he used the love word, when he looked up her face was normal. When he pulled out a white bag, she frowned at him.

“What’s that?”

“Oh,” he said, and picked it up, but he didn’t open it, nor did he offer it to her. Instead, he looked at her until he had her undivided attention. “I can’t say a lot, but I can say this,” he paused until she nodded.

“Okay,” she said to encourage him to continue.

“Shay went to Perkins at the clinic. This bag holds the prescription he was given. He forgot to fill it, and we all read the written prescription, but couldn’t make it out. He had to go to town today for a feed order, and had this filled. I’m going to ask you what these pills are, then they will be put into evidence until we go to trial.” He had stared at her face the entire time, and slowly handed over the small white bag. “That’s all I can tell you, if you can tell me the name of this medication, and what it’s used for, I would appreciate it.”

“I won’t get into trouble for helping you with the case?”

“No, because I can say I looked this up on the internet. I will when I get home, but they won’t want to see my computer and my search engine.”

“Okay, what is the drug?”

“I saw the video, and Perkins said it was a pain medication.” He handed her the bag and watched as she slowly opened it, and withdrew the bottle. As soon as she turned it to read it, her head whipped up, she jerked away from him, and demanded angrily.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?”

“Did you happen to take a photo of the written prescription?” Raymond fumbled with his phone at the intensity of her words and look. He showed her, and she shook her head as she swore again.

“Son of a bitch,” she said with a sigh. When she looked at him, he sucked in his breath at the anguish he saw in her eyes. He paid attention when she started shaking the bottle of pills at him.

“This is an opioid. Which a highly addictive drug. Myself, I don’t like to prescribe them because they are so addictive. If they do prescribe them, then there should be less than fifteen pills.” She shook the bottle again, and he saw anger on her face. “You sure as fuck don’t prescribe ninety pills. I’m not saying Shay would, but a lesser person would be hooked within the first five days. Another thing you never do is prescribe this dosage, it should be five milligrams or less, not one hundred, and certainlynotthree times a day. I know I can’t look at things from that flash drive, but you’re going to want to pay close attention to any prescribed drugs. If by any chance there are survivors, check on them to see if they’re addicted to pain pills.”

“Okay, I’ll make a note of that, but what exactly is that pill, besides a pain pill?”