"An hour until what?"
"Until a detective walks through that door." Damian's eyes were still closed. "Two hundred and eleven nanograms of a drug I've never been prescribed, in a patient who arrested twice nine days ago, in a hospital that has already been embarrassed once. Vivian Marsh is required to notify. She'll have done it before she called you."
"She did call me first."
"Then she likes you." He opened his eyes. "That's worth something. It won't be worth much."
I sat very still in a plastic chair beside a bed I had already watched a man nearly die in twice.
"You're pleased," I said.
"Yes."
"Damian, somebody—"
"For four years I have been trying to get a single official body in this state to look at what happened in my garden," he said. "Four years. I have paid for two private in
