My whirring mind almost made me miss when the sheriff said he didn’t want me and Barton talking to each other until I met with him or a deputy to give my statement. I agreed, and Barton had assured him it was his day off, and I’d likely be at the hospital most of the day, anyway. It felt like he was trying to hint something at me, but I didn’t get it, and I didn’t trust him, anyway, even if he had saved Lawrence’s life. Whatever games Barton Lucia played, I wanted no part of them. After I promised the sheriff I’d come to the station later that day, he dismissed me from the crime scene.
I trusted my sense of direction, even though it felt muted like everything else in the clearing by the caves. Sir Raleigh and I and walked along the path that Barton had come from. As I expected, it led me
