Wilmont shifted. “I took them. I saw her on the floor and it messed me up. I was scared. I needed something . . . anything to help me deal with what I was seeing. And I didn’t figure she’d miss them.”

“Wow. Compassionate guy, aren’t you?” Caroline muttered. “So, you took two and kept two for later?”

“Yeah.” Wilmont frowned. “I remember taking them, but after that everything kind of goes fuzzy. I know one thing, I didn’t shoot anyone.”

The door opened and the doctor entered. The stitching on his white coat read DR. MILES JANSEN, MD. “Everything okay in here?”

“Not really,” Caroline said. “The suspect says he doesn’t remember shooting our two victims.”

“I didn’t! I didn’t shoot anyone! Why do you keep saying that?”

Dr. Jansen removed the stethoscope from his neck and eyed the monitors showing Wilmont’s vitals. “Heart rate’s up. He’s really agitated.”

“Yeah, well, he shot two people, killed one, and got caught,” Elliott said. “I’d say he has good reason to be agitated.”

“Right.” The doctor continued his examination.

“So how’d you get in the house, Sam?” Caroline asked. “All the doors were locked. The guy that found them—”

“Gavin,” Caden said.

“Gavin had to break down the door.”

Wilmont’s breathing increased and he shifted under the sheet. The doctor shot them a warning look. “If this continues, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“No,” Wilmont said, “I want to finish this.”

The doctor shrugged. “Go ahead.”

Wilmont squinted, thinking. “I went around to the back and knocked. No one came to the door, so I tried it and it was unlocked. I walked in and . . . and . . .” He let out a grunt. “I don’t know! I don’t know!”

His head snapped back, the monitor went wild, and the doctor bolted to Wilmont’s side. “He’s seizing! You three, get out!” The two detectives and Caden backed out of the room while the doctor shouted for a crash cart.

Caden stood in the hallway with Elliott and Caroline. “What do you guys think?”

Elliott shook his head. “I don’t know. He sounded sincere enough. Like he really didn’t know what we were talking about, but I’ve come across some pretty convincing liars in my years on the force. I’m not fully sold that he wasn’t yanking our chain so he can get off on some insanity defense or whatnot.”

Caroline looked up from her phone. “If the guy was high on something, he might really not remember going into that house and killing one and putting the other in surgery.”

Her partner rubbed his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Which was probably why he couldn’t resist the drugs,” Caden said.