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few of his cases ever had. From the start, he’d felt frustration at their lack of clues. And, in spite of months of dogged investigation, he still had not been able to uncover enough to convince the district attorney to take Clay LeGrand to trial. Just thinking about LeGrand’s call made him jumpy. He didn’t trust the offer. He’d gotten away with the crime. Why confess to it now?
    â€œThere’s the hospital,” Ramsey said, pointing to the stoplight up ahead.
    â€œYeah, I see it,” Dawson muttered, and took the turn on a yellow light. As he did, Clay LeGrand’s company truck suddenly appeared in front of them.
    â€œHey, there he is!” Ramsey said, pointing.
    â€œI see him, “ Dawson said.
    They pulled into the emergency-room parking lot almost in tandem. Clay was out of the truck and running toward the doors before Dawson could unbuckle his seat belt.
    â€œHe’s in an awful big hurry for something,” Ramsey muttered.
    They followed, running through the rain and splashing water up over their shoes. By the time they got inside, they were soaked.
    To their surprise, Clay LeGrand’s father was waiting for them by the door.
    â€œDetectives. Follow me.”
    Both men looked startled. What was LeGrand playing at?
    â€œLook, Mr. LeGrand, we came to talk to your son, and we’d rather talk to him out here.”
    Winston shrugged. “Suit yourself. But if you want to know the truth, follow me.”
    He turned and started down a hall toward a cluster of chairs, where his wife was waiting for him to return.
    â€œHey, there’s LeGrand,” Ramsey said, pointing past Winston to a man leaning against the wall.
    Moments later, the two old adversaries were once again face-to-face.
    â€œSo, LeGrand, what do you have to say?”
    Clay’s expression was blank as he pointed into the doorway. “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce my wife, Francesca LeGrand. Sometime today, she showed up at the house, a little the worse for wear. She passed out while we were talking. The doctor is still examining her, but the needle tracks on her arms are a pretty good sign of what’s wrong.”
    Ramsey pushed past Dawson, who was staring in shock at the woman stretched out on the examining table.
    â€œIs this a joke?” Dawson snapped.
    Clay stared at the detective as if he’d just lost his mind. “Do you see me laughing?”
    Dawson and Ramsey moved past the trauma team for a closer look at the woman on whom the doctors were working.
    Pain was roaring through the tunnel in Frankie’s mind. From a distance, she thought she could hear Clay’s voice, but she couldn’t focus on the words long enough to understand what he was saying. She turned her head in his direction, giving the detectives a clear view of her face.
    â€œHoly mother of God,” Ramsey muttered, and made the sign of the cross, while Dawson just stared.
    Betty LeGrand stood up from where she was sitting.
    â€œYes, this is a miracle, isn’t it?”
    â€œLooks like,” Dawson said, and moved away.
    Betty put her arms around Clay. He looked stunned, almost as if he didn’t know what to do next. She took him by the hand.
    â€œClay, sweetheart, come sit down by me,” she said softly.
    At the sound of her voice, he blinked and then focused.
    â€œThanks, Mom, but I don’t think I could sit still.”
    She patted his arm and then sat down by Winston, taking comfort in his presence, as she’d done so many times over the years. In spite of what was happening, there was something about Frankie’s condition that didn’t add up. She’d never seen anyone who’d overdosed before, but she’d read about it, and some of these symptoms didn’t fit.
    Meanwhile, Dawson turned to Clay, still suspicious of this miraculous reappearance.
    â€œWhere the hell has she been?” Dawson asked.
    Clay’s eyes darkened angrily as he