Twenty-Three
SUNDAY MORNING DAWNED and I awoke with a great sense of thanksgiving and peace.
Unless there was an unfortunate turn of events, the cloud of suspicion over Gladys had blown away. If her story was true—and Helen had found nothing to dispute it—then she did not give Chad the ketamine which ultimately led to his death. What happened to him, at least as far as Gladys’ role, was a tragic accident.
My sense of peace began to disappear in the shower as I pondered the questions that were left.
Who gave Chad the ketamine, and why?
Why did whoever was responsible arrange for Gladys to be the instrument of his death?
Where did the bright light come from that blinded Gladys?
What happened to the letter of resignation that Gladys said Chad had?
And what was the terrible thing that
