She sat on Wolfe’s sofa with the kitten next to her and the dog at her feet. Roscoe chased something in dreamland, kicking and snorting every once in a while and completely ignoring the summer storm going on outside.

Rain slashed against the windows, and thunder rolled high and loud.

She couldn’t sleep, and she didn’t want to go back to Wolfe’s bed. Everything had just gotten too weird. She glanced at her phone and almost picked it up, but it was after midnight, and her mom would be asleep. Plus, what would she say? That she’d gone to a BDSM sex party with a friend, had gotten drugged, and then had had unprotected sex with the hot ex-soldier she’d been crushing on and had already had safe sex with?

The phone could stay in place.

Then it buzzed, and she leaned to read the face. Enough already. She clicked on the speaker. “Mike? Stop calling me.” Then she ended the call and turned off the phone. He had to knock it off.

Grumbling, she stood and walked into the office to stare at the whiteboard. She took a picture of Candy out of the file folder she’d set up and placed it on the board, drawing a line to Albert Nelson. Several lines cascaded out from him to different sources. She and Wolfe might as well work together since they shared Albert as a person of interest, even though their cases went in completely different directions.

The front door opened, and she stiffened.

It closed, and heavy footsteps sounded before Wolfe stood in the doorway. “What are you doing?”

“Connecting Candy to Albert,” she said, wanting to shuffle her feet. “What did you find out?”

“Guy named Frank Spanek had us drugged.”

She frowned, running the name around in her head. “Never heard of him. Why did he drug us?”

Wolfe lifted one powerful shoulder. “That’s the question I’m going to ask him the second I find him. I already called Brigid and asked her to do a deep dive, even though she’s kind of on vacation.” Something buzzed, and he drew his phone out of his back pocket. “The doc has answers and wants to know if we’re awake.”

Ha. Like she could sleep. “Call him.”

Wolfe pressed a button and then set the phone on the desk.

“Howdy. Figured you wouldn’t be sleeping,” the doctor said, his tone cheerful.

“Well?” Wolfe asked.

Papers rustled over the line. “I found a combination of MDMA, GHB, and ketamine in both of your systems,” the doctor said thoughtfully.

Dana’s knees weakened, and she leaned against the wall. “What is all of that?”

“Ecstasy, Liquid X, and Special K are the street names.” The doctor’s voice came over the line tinny.

Wait a minute. Dana’s head ached, but she focused in. “Aren’t a couple of those date-rape drugs?”

“Can be,” the doctor affirmed.