“Why’d you take the gun?” Caden asked. He shot a look at the two detectives and stepped back. “Sorry. Forgot my place.”

Elliott allowed a small smile to curve his lips, then turned his attention back to Wilmont. “Well? Answer the man. Why’d you take the gun?”

“What gun? I didn’t take a gun. I was . . . I was . . .” He licked his lips and squinted. “What was I doing again? Why am I here?”

The detectives exchanged a glance.

Caden rubbed a hand down his jaw. “You don’t remember what happened?”

“I remember going to the house and then . . .” He shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s a blank.” Fear flashed in his eyes.

Something wasn’t right. The guy wasn’t faking.

“You took a gun and shot two people,” Elliott said.

That pulled him fully out from under the anesthesia. His eyes widened and he gasped. Choked. “Wha—? No! No way. I wouldn’t. I didn’t!”

“Let’s get a doctor in here,” Elliott said. “We may have to question him after the doctor checks him.”

Caden stepped into the hall and found the nurse, made the request for the doctor to put in an appearance, and returned to the room.

“He wants to continue,” Elliott said.

Caden wasn’t sure that was smart, but didn’t buck the detectives.

“We had him checked for gunshot residue,” Elliott said to Caden. “But I haven’t heard the results yet.”

“All right,” Caroline said, “let’s say I believe you and you didn’t shoot those two ladies.” Her expression said she believed anything but. “Then what were you doing at the house and why were you hiding in the closet?”

Wilmont lifted a hand to his right temple and squinted. “Um. The house. Oh yeah. I remember the house. I was there to deliver some drugs.”

“Do tell,” Elliott said.

A flush darkened Wilmont’s cheeks, and he blinked, his eyes clearing a bit. “Not like that. The lady, Brianne, had left her pain pills at the hospital. Max found them and asked me to bring them to her.”

“Max?”

“The old guy at the hospital. He does a lot of cleaning around the place. Her address was right there on the pill bottle, so Max asked me to take them to her.”

“What happened when you got there?”

“I . . .” He blinked. “I don’t know.” His eyes darted from one detective to the other and finally landed on Caden. “Why can’t I remember?” He took a deep breath and his lashes fluttered, but he kept his eyes open.

“Did you take anything before you went?” Caden asked.

“Wha—no.”

His eyes shifted and Caden pounced. “I think you did. You were on something. What was it?”

“Nothing. Noth—”

“We found two pills in your pocket,” Elliott said. “They match the ones that were in the bottle on the counter. We counted and guess how many are missing?”