Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

between us on the polished wood.

“We are not asking for an apology anymore, David, we are asking for an audit,” I said.

David looked at the papers, his hand stopping its movement over his watch. He picked up Carl’s signed statement and read it twice, his eyebrows drawing together as he saw the dates.

“This is everything,” he said.

“They continue reading …