"I was checking on him.
He was old.
He lived alone."
"Checking on him," I repeated.
"With a bag."
"It was groceries," David said.
Mr.
Higgins pulled out another document.
"This is a toxicology report from Mr.
Sloan's doctor, ordered three weeks before his passing.
His medication had been tampered with.
The dosage was altered.
Someone had been replacing his heart medication with a lower-strength substitute."
The room went silent.
David's phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor.
"I didn't—" David started.
"You didn't what?" I asked.
"I didn't touch his medication.
That's— that's insane.
I was bringing him groceries.
That's all."
Mr.
Higgins spoke.
"Mr.
Sloan's doctor confirmed the medication switch.
The pharmacy confirmed the prescriptions were correct when dispensed.
The tampering happened inside the home.
