Melissa arrived twenty minutes later carrying the same small red toolbox she had used when repairing Arthur\u2019s radio.<\/p>\n
She stopped in the kitchen when she saw the damaged doorframe.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone broke in.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they take anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were looking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what I\u2019m trying to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the study.<\/p>\n
Then back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom knows about the compartment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa seemed relieved.<\/p>\n
That bothered me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Arthur want Sandra to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shifted the toolbox from one hand to the other.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did he ask you to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the kitchen window.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was last winter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered the day.<\/p>\n
Snow had gathered along the porch rail.<\/p>\n
Arthur was still walking without oxygen most afternoons.<\/p>\n
Melissa had come over carrying soup and left four hours later covered in sawdust.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said the desk drawer was sticking,\u201d she continued. \u201cWhen I took it apart, he showed me the bottom panel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlready false?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked you to build it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cModify it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted a space underneath that couldn\u2019t be seen if somebody opened the drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a chill.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ask why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said old men were entitled to one melodramatic secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was Arthur.<\/p>\n
I could hear the sentence in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you put inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did that later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess.\u201d<\/p>\n
She entered the study.<\/p>\n
The room still showed signs of the break-in.<\/p>\n
Desk contents lay stacked where the officers had left them after processing.<\/p>\n
Melissa crouched.<\/p>\n
She removed the center drawer completely.<\/p>\n
The underside looked ordinary.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee this strip?\u201d<\/p>\n
I knelt beside her.<\/p>\n
A narrow piece of walnut ran beneath the drawer frame.<\/p>\n
She pressed one end.<\/p>\n
Nothing happened.<\/p>\n
She frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa changed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe release.\u201d<\/p>\n
She examined the wood.<\/p>\n
Then smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe complained mine was too easy.\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached farther underneath.<\/p>\n
Her fingers found something.<\/p>\n
A quiet click.<\/p>\n
A panel dropped half an inch.<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
Melissa looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want to open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She lowered the panel.<\/p>\n
Inside lay a brown envelope.<\/p>\n
Thick.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s handwriting across the front.<\/p>\n
NOT MONEY.<\/p>\n
For a second neither of us moved.<\/p>\n
Then Melissa laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost did too.<\/p>\n
Even his warning carried irritation at being misunderstood.<\/p>\n
I took a photograph before touching it.<\/p>\n
Arthur had trained me well.<\/p>\n
Then I called Officer Bennett.<\/p>\n
He answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at Arthur\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound exactly like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll take that as a compliment.\u201d<\/p>\n
He arrived thirty minutes later.<\/p>\n
Sandra came with him.<\/p>\n
When Melissa saw her mother, she stiffened.<\/p>\n
Sandra noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa looked at me.<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she answered.<\/p>\n
Sandra closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa asked me not to tell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you listened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was an old wound inside that exchange.<\/p>\n
Not about the desk.<\/p>\n
About trust.<\/p>\n
Sandra seemed to understand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not angry at you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa looked skeptical.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m angry at myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced her daughter.<\/p>\n
Bennett photographed the compartment.<\/p>\n
Then the envelope.<\/p>\n
He put on gloves.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone ready?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He opened it anyway.<\/p>\n
The first item was a flash drive.<\/p>\n
The second was a stack of photocopies.<\/p>\n
The third was a handwritten note from Arthur.<\/p>\n
Bennett read it silently.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Sandra asked.<\/p>\n
He handed the note to me.<\/p>\n
Helen,<\/p>\n
If this is being opened after my death, I hope the person who found it was you, Melissa, or Katz. If it was Roy, then I have badly miscalculated the desk.<\/p>\n
Despite everything, I smiled.<\/p>\n
Below that, the tone changed.<\/p>\n
Peter knows more than he admits.<\/p>\n
Do not assume Roy acted alone.<\/p>\n
I read the sentence twice.<\/p>\n
Sandra leaned over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett took the note back.<\/p>\n
He looked at the photocopies.<\/p>\n
Bank records.<\/p>\n
Company records.<\/p>\n
Correspondence.<\/p>\n
Then one page stopped him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He turned it toward us.<\/p>\n
An invoice from Peter Lang\u2019s consulting company.<\/p>\n
The client was Roy.<\/p>\n
The description:<\/p>\n
Estate transition advisory services.<\/p>\n
The date was six months before the hospice incident.<\/p>\n
Sandra stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot enough by itself.\u201d<\/p>\n
The amount was fifteen thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Roy had paid Peter before applying for the loan.<\/p>\n
Before the attempted transfer.<\/p>\n
Before the safe-deposit access.<\/p>\n
There were more invoices.<\/p>\n
Research.<\/p>\n
Asset review.<\/p>\n
Property strategy.<\/p>\n
One phrase appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Succession planning.<\/p>\n
Arthur had circled it.<\/p>\n
Beside the last invoice he wrote:<\/p>\n
My succession was not theirs to plan.<\/p>\n
Sandra sat in Arthur\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Peter hated Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe that made him useful to Roy,\u201d Melissa said.<\/p>\n
Sandra looked at her daughter.<\/p>\n
Melissa shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa told me Peter could stay angry longer than anyone he knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered meeting Peter.<\/p>\n
Tall.<\/p>\n
Polite.<\/p>\n
Careful.<\/p>\n
At Arthur\u2019s seventieth birthday, he had stood alone near the garage for half an hour before leaving without saying goodbye.<\/p>\n
Bennett connected the flash drive to a secured laptop.<\/p>\n
Folders appeared.<\/p>\n
Audio.<\/p>\n
PDF.<\/p>\n
Images.<\/p>\n
Email.<\/p>\n
Arthur had copied everything.<\/p>\n
The audio folder contained recordings labeled by date.<\/p>\n
Bennett selected the earliest.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice filled the study.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m recording this because Peter refuses to put his proposal in writing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Peter.<\/p>\n
Older male voice.<\/p>\n
Distinct.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re making this harder than it has to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou won\u2019t need it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe can buy something smaller.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Peter continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy needs collateral. You have an asset sitting there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn asset Helen lives in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe married a wealthy widower. She\u2019ll survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice became cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave my wife out of your mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording stopped.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Bennett selected the next file.<\/p>\n
Peter again.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy says you agreed in principle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy says many things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is always in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then Peter said, \u201cPeople are expecting money.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett stopped the audio.<\/p>\n
Sandra stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat people?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
He played another.<\/p>\n
This recording was dated two weeks before the hospice incident.<\/p>\n
Peter sounded angry.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you don\u2019t help him, he\u2019s going to lose more than the business.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d Arthur asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling you he\u2019s desperate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he should tell me why.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is fifty-two.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t prevent shame.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Apparently it prevents honesty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Peter said something that changed the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe already promised the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used it to guarantee an obligation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe does not own it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then Peter answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople you don\u2019t want coming to your house.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s face went gray.<\/p>\n
Melissa looked frightened.<\/p>\n
I felt anger replace fear.<\/p>\n
Arthur had known strangers might be connected to Roy\u2019s desperation.<\/p>\n
Yet he had stayed in the house.<\/p>\n
With me.<\/p>\n
Why had he not told me?<\/p>\n
The answer arrived immediately.<\/p>\n
Because I would have made him leave.<\/p>\n
Or called police.<\/p>\n
Or confronted Roy.<\/p>\n
Arthur had wanted evidence.<\/p>\n
Always evidence.<\/p>\n
Bennett opened the email folder.<\/p>\n
Most messages were between Arthur and Peter.<\/p>\n
Several were between Peter and Roy, apparently forwarded anonymously to Arthur.<\/p>\n
One contained the subject line:<\/p>\n
Mercer property.<\/p>\n
Peter wrote:<\/p>\n
Your father is not going to sign willingly. Stop assuming illness will change his mind.<\/p>\n
Roy replied:<\/p>\n
It will change what he can fight.<\/p>\n
Sandra stood so quickly the chair rolled backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa grabbed her arm.<\/p>\n
Sandra stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlay the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s email,\u201d Bennett said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen read it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
Peter:<\/p>\n
Do not do anything stupid.<\/p>\n
Roy:<\/p>\n
I\u2019m fixing what should have been mine anyway.<\/p>\n
Peter:<\/p>\n
The lender needs clean title, not family drama.<\/p>\n
Roy:<\/p>\n
Then help me get clean title.<\/p>\n
There were no further messages in that chain.<\/p>\n
Bennett leaned back.<\/p>\n
Sandra whispered, \u201cHe planned it.\u201d<\/p>\n
This time nobody corrected her.<\/p>\n
The evidence was becoming harder to interpret innocently.<\/p>\n
Melissa looked at her mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou helped him at hospice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou held Grandpa\u2019s hand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Dad had agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t ask him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra\u2019s face collapsed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa turned away.<\/p>\n
That hurt Sandra more than anything Roy had said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa folded her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what to do with that yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to do anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer surprised both of us.<\/p>\n
Perhaps Arthur\u2019s letter had begun changing more than her understanding of the silver.<\/p>\n
Bennett continued through the flash drive.<\/p>\n
The image folder contained photographs of Arthur\u2019s medications.<\/p>\n
Taken by Arthur himself.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Counts.<\/p>\n
Labels.<\/p>\n
Then one image showed something I had never seen.<\/p>\n
A tablet on a white plate beside a measuring ruler.<\/p>\n
Different color.<\/p>\n
Similar shape.<\/p>\n
My nursing instincts sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t his prescription.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t identify a pill from a photograph with certainty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it isn\u2019t the medication in that labeled bottle.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur had photographed the bottle beside it.<\/p>\n
Same date.<\/p>\n
Different tablet.<\/p>\n
Someone had substituted medication.<\/p>\n
Sandra looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would that pill do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need laboratory identification.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett zoomed in.<\/p>\n
An imprint was visible.<\/p>\n
He wrote it down.<\/p>\n
Then called for verification.<\/p>\n
While we waited, I read Arthur\u2019s handwritten note again.<\/p>\n
Peter knows more than he admits.<\/p>\n
Do not assume Roy acted alone.<\/p>\n
But Peter\u2019s emails did not read like a co-conspirator.<\/p>\n
They read like someone who knew Roy was desperate and kept helping anyway.<\/p>\n
There was a difference.<\/p>\n
Perhaps an important one.<\/p>\n
Bennett\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
He listened.<\/p>\n
Then looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe tablet imprint corresponds to a sedative.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur was not prescribed that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra sat down again.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would happen if Grandpa took it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith his other medication? Increased sedation. Confusion. Poor coordination. Possibly dangerous respiratory suppression depending on dose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould he still sign something?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould he understand it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe. Maybe not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett closed the laptop halfway.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need toxicology and medical records before drawing conclusions.\u201d<\/p>\n
But Arthur had already drawn enough of one to photograph the pill.<\/p>\n
Sandra whispered, \u201cWhere did he find it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett reopened the note file.<\/p>\n
The photograph metadata gave the date.<\/p>\n
February twenty-eighth.<\/p>\n
The hospice night.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur had somehow obtained or preserved a tablet that did not belong among his prescriptions.<\/p>\n
Bennett searched the flash drive for that date.<\/p>\n
One audio file appeared.<\/p>\n
Short.<\/p>\n
Forty-three seconds.<\/p>\n
He played it.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice was weak.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found this under my tongue after they left.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand flew to my mouth.<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not swallow because Sandra said Roy told her I needed another pain pill. The pill is not mine. I am keeping it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra made a broken sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s recording continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen does not know. I will tell Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then silence.<\/p>\n
The file ended.<\/p>\n
Sandra covered her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy told me it was his pain medication.\u201d<\/p>\n
Melissa stared at her mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave it to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra was crying now.<\/p>\n
\u201cI put it in his mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n
The study went utterly silent.<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was his.\u201d<\/p>\n
My body went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra could barely speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy gave it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the hallway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExact words.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pressed both hands to her temples.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Dad\u2019s pain was getting worse. He said the nurse was late. He said Dad needed this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see him remove it from a prescription bottle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was simple.<\/p>\n
Terrible.<\/p>\n
Human.<\/p>\n
Bennett asked, \u201cDid Roy watch Arthur take it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe went to get the papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
The property transfer.<\/p>\n
The sequence was now brutally clear.<\/p>\n
Unknown sedative.<\/p>\n
Arthur pretended to swallow it.<\/p>\n
Roy retrieved the transfer.<\/p>\n
Sandra helped place the pen in Arthur\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
Arthur deliberately went limp.<\/p>\n
They tried anyway.<\/p>\n
I sat in Arthur\u2019s chair because my knees would no longer hold me.<\/p>\n
For almost two years I had wondered whether I had made a medication mistake.<\/p>\n
Arthur had known enough to tell me I had not.<\/p>\n
But he had never told me why.<\/p>\n
Melissa looked at the flash drive.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa kept the pill?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf his note is accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
We searched the envelope.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then Bennett found another document.<\/p>\n
Evidence receipt.<\/p>\n
Arthur had turned the tablet over to Officer Bennett months earlier.<\/p>\n
It had been tested.<\/p>\n
The substance matched the sedative identified from the photograph.<\/p>\n
Bennett\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur gave this to another investigator before the case was reassigned to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew there was a submitted tablet. I did not know until now that Sandra could identify how it reached Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
His phone rang.<\/p>\n
He checked the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter Lang.\u201d<\/p>\n
He answered on speaker only after confirming Peter agreed.<\/p>\n
Peter\u2019s voice filled Arthur\u2019s study.<\/p>\n
\u201cOfficer, I found what you asked about.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe payment from Roy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe twenty-five thousand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter sounded tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t pay me in cash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he give you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA collection.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat collection?\u201d Bennett asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cGold coins.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s missing inheritance from his father.<\/p>\n
Peter continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI sold them. Roy owed me money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know they belonged to Arthur?\u201d<\/p>\n
A long pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cI suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell Arthur?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause by then I had already done something worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett looked at us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave Roy the medication.\u201d<\/p>\n
And suddenly the person Arthur warned us not to trust had stopped being a witness.<\/p>\n
He had become part of the act.<\/p>\n
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