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

Nate’s eyes were unreadable. “Why didn’t you tell me you turned your brother in to the police?”

I went very still. “How did you know about that?”

“It came up in my investigation.”

“Ben came up in your murder investigation?”

He didn’t reply.

“I guess I figured you didn’t need to know,” I said finally. “I know I shouldn’t have turned him in, but I wanted to protect him. I thought jail was the safest place.”

“Where’d you get all the drugs you planted on him?”

“I—I—didn’t plant anything. He already had them. I just called it in.” I set the hospital bill down slowly, trying not to give away my shaking hands.

Nate’s mouth narrowed into a thin line. He didn’t believe me.

“You can’t understand!” I burst out. “You belong to a family that hasn’t been broken. Watching someone you love injecting himself and destroying his life, it’s not a happy place. I’d have done anything to keep him from dying.”

I thought of Ben the day I’d found him passed out in the alley. A teenager had approached me—dark, oil-slicked hair, pimply skin. He told me Ben owed his brother some money. A lot of money.

“He has to pay off those debts or…” he’d said. Not cruelly or anything. He actually sounded apologetic, a little regretful.

“What can I do to help him?” I asked.

He’d looked down at me, sitting cross-legged next to my brother on the filthy pavement. “You can’t help him. You are… helpless.”

He left then, telling me he’d be back soon to get the money Ben owed him.

After that, I knew I couldn’t just sit by and let him get killed. Not by the drugs, and not by that kid’s brother.

So I’d stolen needles and tourniquets from the hospital. I’d begged Gabe to get me a bag of heroin that I could sell to help me pay my bills. I told him I couldn’t make my student loan payments, that I was about to be evicted and hadn’t eaten in two days. I didn’t give up until he got it for me. The rest I got from a guy I’d never met before on the street. I went downtown and bought a couple of bags of heroin. It was easy to get drugs, I’d learned.

Too easy.