Her eyes were fierce. “Do you get what I’m saying, young man? Dr. Harrison gives people things. He gave Pierce that camera and gave me a bit of peace by letting me know the nightmares had nothing to do with me. Because I was wondering if they did, maybe Pierce’s being cooped up here with an old spinster after all those years on his own was having a bad effect on him. And—Lord forgive me—when I watched Pierce thrash around, I couldn’t help wonder if he’d somehow backslid.”

“Into drug use.”

“I’m ashamed to admit it, but yes, that’s exactly what I wondered. Because it was drug seizures that brought him into the hospital in the first place and to my ignorant eye, these looked like seizures. But Dr. Harrison assured me they weren’t. Said they were just bad nightmares. That it was Pierce’s old life rearing its ugly old head. That I was nothing but good for Pierce and shouldn’t ever think otherwise. That was a great relief.”

“So the nightmares thinned to two or three times a month.”

“That I could live with. When the thumping started, I’d just roll out of bed, go to the kitchen for a glass of water, walk outside to calm the horses, and when I’d return, Pierce’d be snoozing away. I’d hold his hand and warm it up—the nightmares always turned his hands icy. We’d lie there together and I’d listen to his breathing slow down and he’d let me hold him and warm him up and the night would pass.”

Another hawk’s swoop striated the wall. She said, “Those birds. They must smell something.”

“The nightmares thinned,” I said, “but they returned the last few days before Pierce’s death.”

“Yes,” she said, nearly choking on the word. “And this time I started getting worried because Pierce didn’t look so good in the morning. He was worn-out, kind of clumsy, slurring his words. That’s why I blame myself for letting him take Akhbar. He was in no shape to ride, I shouldn’t have allowed him to go off by himself. Maybe that time he did have some kind of seizure.”

“Why’d you test Akhbar for drugs?”

“That was just me being stupid. What I really wanted to do was have Pierce tested. Because despite what Dr. Harrison had said when the nightmares came back, I let myself lose faith in Pierce, again. But after he died, I couldn’t bring myself to come out and admit my suspicions. Not to Dr. H. or the coroner or anyone else, so instead I laid them on poor Akhbar. Figuring maybe once the subject of drugs came up, someone would catch on and test Pierce, too, and I’d know, once and for all.”

“They did test Pierce,” I said. “It’s standard procedure. The drug screen came back negative.”