�Heroin and cocaine, intravenous. You graduated to speedballs when you were hanging out with your friends down at the wharf,� Diane said, tension making her voice shaky. She rubbed the back of her neck and tried to focus on the interview.

�I don�t remember anything.�

�What is the last thing you do remember?�

�I remember that gentleman in the black raincoat throwing me into the limousine. He was the same one who visited my room in the hospital. I�m sure if it. Then I remember waking up in some kind of storeroom, boxes all around me. It was dark. I looked over at Don, and he was opening the running bag for�Hector. Hector, the orderly from the hospital was there. I remember Hector.�

�Yeah, we got Hector. What happened next?�

�The ink exploded all over Don and splashed on me, too. Hector started yelling in Spanish that the bag was booby-trapped, and he dumped out the money, then said he was going to throw the bag into the river.�

�When did the beatings start?�

�After they counted the money. They believed there was more, and they tried to get us to tell them how to get it out of the bank.�

�When did you take the speedball?�

�I didn�t. It must have been a parting gift to buy my silence. Forever.�

�Well, you got that right. You have been in some kind of coma, then withdrawal, for three days. We got you to the hospital just in time for them to inject some kind of antidote to mitigate the effects of the drugs,� Diane said. Her voice was steady, and she was looking right at Denby, studying his reaction to this news.

�Thank you.�

�For what?�

�For saving my life. You didn�t have to do it. I know you didn�t want to do it.� Denby remained reflective and quiet.

�Yeah, well. I had a few questions first. I still have a bullet with your name on it if you get out of line again,� Diane joked, unsmiling.

Harry acknowledged that fact with a grunt and a nod in her direction.