When the woman looked confused, Elizabeth was curious.
“What?” she asked.
The Native held up her finger, went to the back, and was there for a while.
When she came back, she sat.
“I don’t understand.”
Yeah, well, that made a whole bunch of them.
“What don’t you understand exactly?” she asked.
The receptionist shared.
“We have some missing. We did an inventory two weeks ago. The system will tell us how much is used, because by law, we have to track that. The inventory and the usage doesn’t match the purchase.”
No shock there.
Someone had used it to incapacitate her. Now, she needed to figure out how much was gone.
“What quantity is missing?”
She was honest.
“One ten milliliter bottle. Just enough to sedate one or two people.”
Yeah.
HER.
“Give me the printouts please,” she said, wanting them for her file.
Rayna spoke up.
“I’ll be back tomorrow to have you file a police report if you think it was stolen.”
She was still befuddled.
“It had to be. We’reVERYcareful with the medicines here. We don’t like to break the law.”
Elizabeth was curious.
“And where are they kept?” she asked. “Can you show me?”
The woman waved her to the back, so she went around the desk, and followed. When she got to a back room, there was a door not far away propped open with a desk chair to let some fresh air in.
The room where the meds were kept was not far from it.
“Do you have cameras?” she asked.
The woman shook her head.
Well, that didn’t help her.
Not at all.
Anyone could have walked in there, grabbed it, and headed out, or it could have been the doctor and his relative nurse.