Thirty-Four
“ARE YOU TELLING ME, Dan, that Richard Davenport’s . . . assistant tried to purchase ketamine from your source the Tuesday before Chad Hudson was killed?”
Helen’s sitting behind her desk an hour after Dan’s meeting with Rex, an incredulous look on her face. Dan’s just told her what Rex told him. I’m sitting in her office, frankly, because I’m curious to see what happens next.
“Look, I know it sounds fantastic, but that’s what he told me,” Dan says.
“And you trust him.”
“He’s never lied to me before, Helen. I believe him. Davenport’s assistant—what’s her name?”
“Joanna Pine,” I say.
“Joanna Pine,” Dan repeats, “asked where she could buy Special K for a friend.”
“And your source said she said Davenport.”
“No, apparently she didn’t give a name. But my source assumed, sinc
