“I’m more curious what the f**k kind of lab will only fax paper results these days?” I asked.
Gael sighed, scrubbing a tired hand over his face. “I think it’s a sedative? We could look it up to be sure.”
“A secure lab that uses government-level secure lines to send and receive transmissions,” Reed said with a droll tone. “Email can be hacked.” His thumbs were already flying over his cell phone, presumably looking up the two medications.
“If they have secure phone lines, they could use them to call us,” Gael muttered.
“Do you really want some scientist to dial you up and rattle off that string of numbers?” Kane held up the page, the diagnostic results enough to make me go cross-eyed.
“Midazolam is a sedative—points to you, Gael—and a preliminary search says that it can have negative in
