JOHN'S POVThe cup Alice brought me yesterday was still sitting where she'd set it down, empty. I'd drunk out of it and hadn't moved it since.I'd had the notebook out of that cabinet again before first light — one page, one name.I'd spent an hour that morning trying to talk myself out of it. I'd like to be wrong. A woman who's buried her only child is owed kindness, not a doctor sitting in the dark building a case against her out of one sentence.And the sentence wouldn't leave me alone. So at six o'clock I sent a boy up the hill to fetch Benjamin. They came fast — Benjamin first, Callum behind him, and Drake last, shutting the door behind him.I hadn't expected Drake. I nodded to all three and asked nothing, though the fact sat there anyway — Benjamin didn't sit down. He went straight to the point."The boy said you'd found something.""I've found someone."That got their attention.I slid the council transcript across the desk, open to the page, and put my finger on one line."Her
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