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A pounding headache marred my return flight. I did too much drinking over the weekend and I wasn’t used to drinking so much. I remember committing to helping Toby by trying to find the real killer. Exactly what that entailed was anybody’s guess. My first allegiance was to my patients, but there were still a number of gaps in my schedule. If I worked it right and rearranged some things, I could probably free more time for investigating. On the positive side I had a free reign with regard to expenses. Toby had plenty of money and would be unable to spend any of it if he went to prison and he would inherit more than he could ever need if he was set free. My problem was knowing where to go from here. Unless something happened while I was gone, the police had not come up with any other susp
