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Claire laughed “You’re my hero, Lindsay”

“Yeah, yeah, hit me, Butterfly”

“Ready? There were no usable prints on the run-over, crushed-to-powder sux vial and no DNA on it, either”

“Oh, great I’ood news”

“Brace yourself I knohere that vial came from The lot number told me so”

“Ya-hooo”

This wasn’t a case of good news This was a case of fantastic, groundbreaking, possibly case-breaking news

“You’re my hero,” I said to Claire

“Oh, shut up,” she said And then we both laughed

As soon as I arrived at the squad room, I briefed Rich and Brady, who stood up, clapped his hands together, and said, “Get on outta here Don’t forget to phone in”

Rich and I stopped at Claire’s office for a photocopy of the vial label with the lot code And then we took off

Saint Vartan’s is a big, well-respected teaching hospital that takes up the whole block between Pine and Bush When I say it’s big, I mean fourteen floors, three hundred beds, physicians, and a thousand employees

That big

After my partner and I cleared the expected bureaucratic steeplechase, we e of the hospital’s in-house pharmacy

Dr Christianson was a tightly wrapped sixtyso woman, all business, e and dispensing system at Saint Vartan’s in-house phar the passwords, key cards, and required records every time a unit of medication was moved from locked drawers and cabinets to mobile carts