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Only to find it belonged to a black Mercedes, not the green Honda in the video. The guy had switched the plates. With a sigh, Andy shoved the laptop away and rose to pace. Then grabbed his jacket and headed out the door and across the street to the hospital.

7

Sitting at the kitchen table at the base, Holly studied the summary she’d written for her report while Raina worked in the kitchen. Penny’s shift had ended, and she’d gone home to her husband. Maxine, one of the other pilots, had arrived and was going through the chopper checklist in hopes of finishing it before their next call.

Reading back through the report she’d written just reinforced her confusion about Liza Hollister’s death. There was no medical reason for it—at least not that she could see. An autopsy would reveal the truth, but while motor vehicle accident deaths were ruled “unusual deaths,” an autopsy wasn’t done unless theyneededto rule for cause of death.

She rubbed her eyes.

When she lowered her hand, her gaze fell on Andy, who’d just stepped through the glass doors. He had his hands in his pockets, and he looked so sad she wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him. Instead, she forced herself to stay put. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He cleared his throat. “I know you asked for space, but do you mind if I have a seat? I have some security footage from your townhome I think you should see.”

“Oh. Okay. No, I don’t mind.”

He sat next to her and slid an iPad in front of her. “Tap the screen and watch.”

She did so. The footage rolled, and she watched the person in the hoodie enter the townhome and leave again. Sickness curled in her belly, and she sucked in a deep breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“He definitely had Penny’s key.”

“Yeah.”

“But ... how? It has to be someone who has access to base lockers—which means it has to be someone I work with.” She didn’t want to believe that was possible, but with the evidence staring her in the face, what else was she supposed to think?

A knock sounded on the door, and she looked up to see Garrett Mann standing outside, eyes narrowed, jaw tight. “Great,” she whispered.

“Want me to get rid of him?”

“No, I can handle him. If he thinks I need someone to run interference, he’ll just keep pushing.” She stood and went to open the door. “Dr. Mann.”

“Holly.” His eyes slid past her. “Detective.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Andy rise. “Did you find your car?”

“Yes. It was parked in the motel parking lot across the street.”

“Interesting.”

“And your keys?”

A flicker of uncertainty crossed his face and he frowned. “They showed back up in my desk.”

“How convenient.”

The doctor scowled and looked like he might be ready to lay into Andy, so Holly asked, “Can I help you?”

“There seems to be some concern about the way you handled one of the patients yesterday.”

“What?” She blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Liza Hollister.”

“What about her?”

“It’s been reported that you gave her the wrong medication, and that’s why she died.”

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