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                  "You know," I said, trying to keep my voice down, lest Candace should awaken and overhear our conversation, "maybe we ought to be thinking locally here."
                  "What do you mean?"
                  "I mean we're so concerned with the leads we have, and yet we're missing an opportunity."
                  "Meaning?"
                  "Meaning that if Kyle was murdered, he was murdered on his run. The killer was someone who knew his routine so well that he or she had to know what time he'd be out, but also had to know what time we'd be out."
                  "And that points us toward..."
                  "We'll have to go back and wait until she wakes up," I said.
                  We went back downstairs and into the living room. When we got there, we saw that Candace had fallen off the sofa and was lying on the floor in a heap.
     

Chapter 4
                  "They're saying it was an overdose of Valium," said Lester. "She's alive but in a coma. We got there just in time."
                  We watched the EMTs load up Candace's prostrate body into the back of an ambulance and drive away.
                  "I should have stayed with her," I said.
                  "You can’t start with that," said Lester. "We had no idea."
                  "No. It was irresponsible of us to leave her alone."
                  "There was no protocol that said we had to remain with her."
                  "I hate it when you’re a cop. Protocol? Once again, Lester, this is a person's life we're talking about here!"
                  "Easy does it, Madison."
                  "No, Lester. We messed up big time. We left a vulnerable woman on her own. We're responsible for what she did."
                  "If she wanted to kill herself, she would have found a way, even if we were standing right in front of her."
                  "I'm hating you right now," I said. And I was.
                  "Fine," he said, "hate me all you want. You can even blame me. But don't blame yourself. She made the choice to take those pills."
                  I looked at him. I had that look.
                  "Oh no," he said. "What now?"
                  I ran past him up the stairs to the bathroom medicine cabinet.
                  "I knew it!" I yelled, and then went to the bottom of the stairs with the pill bottle.
                  He appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "What did you know?"
                  "There were five pills in this bottle when I got her the Valium she asked for. There are still four left."
                  "Are you sure?" said Lester.             
                  I descended the stairs slowly, feeling the weight of each step the closer I got to him. When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I said, "I guess we can start blaming ourselves after all."
     
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                  There was no break in, I told Lester over the phone, which means that whoever gave Candace the Valium either had a key to the place or was one of Candace's acquaintances.
                  " You can’t be sure of that ," he said in his at-work tone. We were supposed to go out together to interview our leads, but the trip was called off in order for Lester to look into the case of William Restocruz, the man reported missing.
                  "Lester," I said with more than a touch of impatience, "you saw the bottle."
                  " I know I saw the bottle. That only proves she didn’t take any from that bottle. Maybe she had another bottle stashed somewhere. "
                  "Did you look?"
                  " We looked. Couldn’t find anything.