Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

any neglect on our part.”

“And the digital signature on my October refill?” I asked, keeping my tone quiet. “The one printed on a Sunday when the clinic was closed and the doctors were not in the building?”

Regina tapped her pen against her palm, her eyes shifting toward the gravel driveway where her car engine purred. “System glitches continue reading …