The bartender saw how bad off I was and called me a cab. When I refused to take the cab, he got my keys. He frowned here, searching. Im still now sure how. I remember him kicking me out, telling me he called another cab, and it was up to me to catch it. But I didnt. And I dont…Jesus, I dont even remember seeing it. And when I realized I still didnt have my keys after he closed up shop, I got the bottle of whiskey out of my trunk, had a few nips, and just sat down for a while. He looked to both of them, clearly embarrassed now, and added: And the next thing I know, you were waking me up.

Does this sort of thing happen often? Rachel asked.

Not to that level, no. I mean, the bartender has taken my keys before, but I always get them back at the end of the night just before I get into a cab.

Jack stepped forward and Rachel could tell he was taking great efforts not to come off as sounding judgmental. You used to be a surgeon, right?

Thats right. There was no pride in his voice of expression, just sadness. It was almost as if the memory of the man hed once been pained him to even think about.

Jack nodded and said, We know your story and everything that happened. But were not here to go over all of that. Were here because we need to ask you about a series of murders that have taken place over the last few nights.

Murders? he asked. He spoke the word as if it sounded strange to him, maybe a foreign language. And as the reality of why theyd brought him here slowly sank in, a slow and creeping fear started to spread across his face.

We are quite certain people are being killed because of their placement on a transplant list for a liver, Rachel explained.

Oh my God. You know this for sure?

Yes, Rachel said. And we also know that one of the reasons for your fall from grace was the loss of your wifewho passed away from Crigler-Najjar Syndrome. We can

Please dont presume anything about my wife.

Did she not pass away because of her liver?

She did, Quinn said, showing more coherence that he had all morning. And we failed to get her on the transplant list on time. He took a moment, cringing again, and shook his head. Are you assholes suggesting Im killing people now? Just because I lost my temper at a patients family?