Chapter Seventeen
Madison had called in sick for work yesterday. She woke up late this morning and shuffled across the blue carpet in her bedroom. She made her way to the kitchen and put on a strong pot of coffee. Madison felt light-headed and queasy. The pills had made her sick. She went over to the phone and called Mr. Ringer, informing him that she would be a little late today. Madison would go to another pharmacy and get her prescription filled for the sedatives. She would also pick up some sugar pills. It wasn't too late, she thought, to cover her tracks. She had in mind to simply replenish the bottles, which she had removed the pills from at work. Mr. Ringer would be none the wiser. Madison was clueless that Ringer had stayed late and contacted the police. Ringer appeared understand
