Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

“Who signs for those things, Arthur?” David asked.

“Usually the office manager,” Arthur said. “At Oak Creek, that would be Regina.”

I felt a cold spot form in my stomach, remembering Regina’s sharp voice at the reception desk.

“If she signed for it, she has the record,” I said.

Arthur nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on the empty whiteboard behind David.

“She continue reading …