Drew gave a short nod. They followed Holly to her car. Drew was surprised when Molson not only helped put Bethany in the back seat but jumped in the front passenger seat.
“Thought I’d see how this all plays out,” Molson winked at Holly. “Hey Drew, you know our old man is involved in all this?”
Drew frowned. “What do you mean?”
“It was all cozy up there. The Doc, Sugar, Sugar’s dad and Mr. Moneybags Ramesly hisself,” Molson shrugged. “He must have a stake in all this.”
“Stop calling her Sugar,” Drew glared at Molson who ignored him. “When we get to the hospital, I’m going to take both your statements.”
“I expect nothing less,” Molson commented. “Honey, you gonna lay on some gas? It’d be better if we get to the hospital before she dies.”
“I’m well aware that we need to get to the hospital as quickly as possible,” Holly made a turn. “However, I can’t exactly break any traffic laws.”
“You got a cop in the back seat,” Molson rolled his eyes. “If we get tagged by some other cops, he’ll explain at the hospital. Now punch it.”
Holly looked in her review mirror at Drew.
“If you see an opening, take it. Don’t get into an accident but don’t worry about traffic laws either,” Drew said grimly. “I should have driven.”
“You?” Molson huffed with a smile. “I can pass you any day of the week.”
“Only because you’re reckless,” Drew grimaced. He checked to make sure Bethany was breathing. “Do you know what she’s on?”
“No,” Holly replied. “I think she was given something before I came to the office. All I gave her was a simple Lorazepam a couple of days ago. She shouldn’t be like this. We tried a regressive therapy technique. It involves relaxing the patient and walking them through their memories. She did really well. Afterward, her father took her home since Bethany was still too relaxed on the medications. Then today I got a phone call to meet Mr. Searson at his office. He wanted to discuss Bethany’s treatment and said she’d been depressed lately. He convinced me to come.
“When I arrived,” Holly continued as she made a turn. “I found Bethany like this. Mr. Searson was there and another man. I assumed he’s a colleague of Mr. Searson.”
“What about all the drugs you prescribed to her over the past four days?” Drew asked.
“I haven’t prescribed her anything for over a month,” Holly frowned.
“Cut to the truth lady,” Drew said shortly. “I saw the bottles with your name on them. There’s nearly a dozen prescriptions all within the last four days.”
“No,” Holly insisted. “I didn’t prescribe them.”
“I got a theory,” Molson looked back at Drew. “Not sure I should say it in front of her.”
“Say it,” Drew growled, holding Bethany a little tighter.
“Now, I ain’t got no proof or nothing,” Molson cautioned. “My thinking is that Sugar’s been set up. Accidental overdose. I’m betting there was a piece up in that office. Her daddy gets so upset by Sugar’s death, he kills the Doc then himself. Everyone calls it a tragedy and says we need better laws for overprescribing meds. At least, that’s what everybody is gonna think by the time the papers get through with it. My guess is Pop was there to do the actual killing. Pop goes totally free. No one knew he was there.”
“They were going to kill her?” Holly shook her head. “Her father loves her. He wouldn’t do that.”
“David Ramesly don’t love her. He don’t love nobody but himself,” Molson replied dryly. “He ain’t got the same moral codes as everyone else. I seen that look in his eyes in some gang bangers. It’s the same.”
“There’s no proof,” Drew said shortly. “Why would David Ramesly kill them all and cover it up like a murder-suicide?”
“Never said there was proof,” Molson looked back at Drew, all serious. “But it ties everything up right neat. Now why would they want Sugar dead?”
Drew thought back to Bethany’s dream. She said there had been two men. One trying to drown her. One trying to save her.
“I think you’ve got an idea,” Molson nodded at Drew. “I can see the wheels turning in your head.”
“You think this is connected to the regressed memories she’s been trying to recover?” Holly asked as it started to make sense to her. “To whatever she saw on the boat?”
“Again, I need proof,” Drew grimaced. He had motive if the drug angle was correct, he had suspects, he had a crime, but he didn’t have a single piece of evidence other than the flimsy memories of a woman.
“We’re here,” Holly pressed the brakes and put the car in park in front of the emergency room door. They rushed to get Bethany out of the car. Drew carried her into the hospital.
“Make sure Dr. Urshman doesn’t go anywhere,” Drew said to Molson as he brought Bethany to the triage center. “I need her statement.”
