Chapter Twenty-Six
An hour later, sitting opposite Simon, Lorcan stared at the report he had silently pushed across the table. Simon leaned back on his sofa, holding a coffee mug in both hands, turned it around about a dozen times before taking a tentative sip. After many years knowing Simon, Lorcan noticed that habit had never changed, especially when he concentrated.
“You don’t look surprised,” Simon said.
“About this gibberish? No. I have no idea what it is, but as long as it’s not poison, I’m okay.”
“It’s not poison. It’s sedative. A very special kind of sedative, and Riley was given a very strong dose.”
“Will he snap out of it?”
Simon stared at Lorcan for a brief moment. “Medically, no.”
Lorcan put his head in his hands and ruffled his hair. Then he looked at Simon. “Can you gi
