Back Do No Harm
Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28
  32. CHAPTER 29
  33. CHAPTER 30
  34. CHAPTER 31
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. CHAPTER 41
  45. CHAPTER 42
  46. CHAPTER 43
  47. CHAPTER 44
  48. CHAPTER 45
  49. CHAPTER 46
  50. CHAPTER 47
  51. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  52. Reader’s Guide
  53. INTRODUCTION
  54. TOPICS & QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
  55. ENHANCE YOUR BOOK CLUB
  56. More from the Author
  57. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Now that there’d been four more oxy overdoses in the last two days, it had become a priority to find out why there’d been such an increase on the streets, who was distributing it, and how fentanyl had gotten introduced into the mix. Nate had to deliver an update on Santiago Martinez’s murder and how it fit into the wider drug distribution in the area. If only he had something new to tell her.

Nate unwrapped his eighth Bit-O-Honey. He savored the honey-flavored taffy, enjoying the tug and pull on his teeth. He let it dissolve in his mouth before slugging it down with a mouthful of lukewarm coffee. Ahhh, sugar and coffee. The breakfast of champions.

When Nate was a kid, his dad used to keep a bag of Bit-O-Honey in his police car, sneaking them to Nate whenever he’d come on a ride-along. He felt horrible that he hadn’t kept his recent promise to his mom to visit. He didn’t want to tell her how difficult he found it.

His dad had been a good man, a larger-than-life father and husband, an honorable and noble cop. Once Nate remembered seeing Matt coming out of a motel parking lot in Seattle. Matt had told him he was checking on a woman and a little girl after a domestic. Nate had felt proud that his dad went the extra mile for victims. That he cared.

Seeing him the way he was now, a shriveled ghost of his former self, sickened Nate. Self-loathing howled inside his head.

You’re a bad person.

You’re cowardly. Weak.

Nobody can trust you.

Nate looked at his bloodied fingernails and longed for the familiar sharp thorn of the toothpick. The phone on his desk rang.

“Detective Sweeney, this is Dr. Kathi Morris at Cascade Regional.”

The pathologist. “Yes, hi, Dr. Morris.”

“I received the tox screen back from Violeta Williams. I’ve emailed you the results, but thought I’d give you a call as well. The cause of death was ruled combined toxic effects of fentanyl and cocaine. The chemical structure of this particular type of fentanyl is quite unique, however. The precursor chemical is something called NPP, N-phenethyl-4-piperidinone, but there’s also a small amount of MDMA mixed in.”

Nate flipped through the files on his desk and pulled out the autopsy report he’d received on Santiago Martinez a few days back. He shuffled to the tox screen page, and there it was.

Martinez’s cause of death: toxic effects of fentanyl. The chemical structure included N-phenethyl-4-piperidinone and MDMA.

Santiago Martinez and Violeta Williams had been killed by the same chemical structure.