“Brux told me your sister is missing, Lily,” said Noyes. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He pulled out a chair for me. “We’ve been talking about that rehab center. Idylhaven.” The way he pronounced the name made his contempt clear.

“I told them all about how Zelda stonewalled us,” Jesse volunteered.

“No surprise there,” said Noyes. “Zelda’s got a lot to worry about. That dump has come close to being shut down a couple of times.”

“She had me arrested for trespassing,” I pointed out.

“Don’t worry about that. The arrest will be voided,” said Noyes. “Zelda’s terrified of bad publicity. She just wants to scare you off.”

“Why?”

“Because, the Doctor Feelgood who was behind the place—what was his name, Brux?”

“Alec Gorevale.”

“Right, snooty Brit. Stare right past you on the street without so much as a hello,” said Noyes. “Anyways, he had some detoxing strategies that were a little unorthodox.”

“And illegal,” Bruxton added. “Gorevale sedated patients for days while they went through the worst of their withdrawal. It’s been done for years in Europe. It can work, but people have died from it.”

“One of Doctor Feelgood’s patients almost died, which is how it came to our attention,” said Noyes. “That was four years ago. The doc had to pay a big fine, and he almost had his license suspended.”

“But he got to keep practicing medicine?” I asked.

“Uh-huh. Till about a year later, when one of the girls over at Idylhaven said he groped her.”

“A girl I met there told me he was an octopus.”

“Long story short is that Zelda, his business partner, bought him out after that,” said Bruxton. “The good doctor moved on to greener pastures. Or, in his case, Nyack, New York.”

“He never got charged?” asked Jesse.

“We would’ve thrown the book at him,” said Noyes, “but the girl recanted. She was threatened, I’m sure of that, but I couldn’t prove Gorevale did anything.”

“Threatened?”

“She was going to press charges, then she dropped everything.” Noyes sighed. “I tried to talk to her, but the girl was freaked out. ‘That woman is going to kill me. She’ll do anything to protect him.’ She said that a couple times.”

“That woman?” I prompted.

“She wouldn’t say who it was. I sort of suspected Zelda Tapply, but it’s not her style. Gorevale always seemed to have lots of groupies floating around. Anyway, the girl ran away.”

“Do you have her name?” I asked. “I need to talk to her.”

Noyes shook his head. “She died of an overdose after that. Boston PD could give you the details. But it wasn’t a suspicious death.”

“Sounds like there are a few reasons folks would want Gorevale dead,” Jesse said.