15 Seconds

For an extra five bills they sell you a gold card. No wait. Back-to-back prescriptions. Everything you need filled directly on-site. Oxy. Vicodin. Muscle relaxers… Whatever floats your boat! All you need to be a dealer here is a license to be an MD! These guys are raking it in.”

Vance felt his fists clench.

“Some of these places, you can just walk right in and rub your back like you’re in pain and they’ll lay it all out like a Chinese take-out menu. Won from Corumn A… Just a drug dispenser. But you gotta know the ropes. And you gotta choose your sources carefully. Comprende, partner…? Which is what I do. I used to drive around in some Korean piece of shit. Now look at what we’re riding in…”

Vance looked around. There were more of these clinics than there were barbecue stops back where he was from. All you need is an MD? This was how the sonovabitches poisoned his Amanda. “I’m especially interested in the ones where you got what you gave Dexter,” he said.

“Dexter?” Schmeltzer grinned, kind of deferentially. “You are? No worries, I’m gonna take good care of you. And your back!”

Getting closer to the beach, they passed a more upscale section of office buildings-brick and glass. Vance was feeling himself growing angrier by the minute.

Schmeltzer slowed. “See that one over there?”

Across the street. On the ground floor of a redbrick office building. A fancy glass front.

The Harvard Pain Remediation Centers.

“I see it,” Vance said, feeling his pulse start to pound.

“There’s the one. You said Dexter, right? Top-of-the-line. There’s a real MD on the premises, not some Pakistani just out of med school looking to rake in a few bucks. You need a real prescription. No scrip, they turn you away. But no worries…” Schmeltzer patted his pocket. “I know someone there. I got us covered…”

“This is where the pills you sold to Dexter came from?” Vance’s mood picked up. The Harvard Pain Remediation Centers. He felt he was at the end of a long journey. He felt his fingers itch. “You’re sure about that?”

“Dexter. Frank. Hector… Got all the bases covered, dude.” Schmeltzer pulled into the turn lane and shot Vance a quick glance. “You’re not a cop, are you?”

A cop? Vance looked back at him. “No.”

“Good. ’Cause you’re starting to sound to me like you wouldn’t know an Oxy from an Advil… And I gotta be sure.”

“My daughter…” Vance started to say.

“Your daughter… ?” He cut in at a break in the traffic and pulled into the driveway of the clinic, going behind the store and into a spot with PAIN CLINIC written on the concrete barrier.

No one was around.

Schmeltzer shook his head. “Just be glad your daughter’s not from down here. More shit in the schools down here than in the damn hospitals. ’Course, I probably don’t help those numbers, if I say so myself… No age discrimination when it comes to business. That’s the Fourth Amendment, right? Everyone gets to pay.”

He put the car in park and cut the motor. “Anyway, you were saying…?”

He turned back to Vance and his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the gun.

“My daughter ran over a woman and her baby,” Vance said, hardening his gaze on Schmeltzer’s startled eyes. “Jumped the road while she was high-on OxyContin. Ran ’em over right on their own front lawn. The woman’s husband was in Afghanistan. Never even saw his own kid. Not once.”

Schmeltzer swallowed. “I’m sorry, mister.”

“Her boyfriend gave it to her. Who got it from some leech named Del. Dexter’s aforementioned cousin…”

A bead of sweat wound its way down Schmeltzer’s temple. “Where you going with all this, friend? You said that Dex-”

“Dexter’s dead,” Vance said. “They’re all dead. Del. Wayne. All of them except my little girl, Amanda, who might as well be. She’s serving twenty years. And where I’m going with it, friend…” Vance said, “is that I traced back the Oxy that twisted my little girl’s brain that day, that done ruined her very existence, to you.”

Schmeltzer stared back at him, the grimness and resignation on his face suggesting that he realized he only had a few more seconds to live. “This ain’t gonna solve anything, you know. They’re just gonna get it from somewhere. Fuck, man, they can find it in their parents’ medicine chests if they-”

Vance shoved the gun into Schmeltzer’s chest and pulled the trigger, twice, the sound muffled, Schmeltzer’s torso flung back against the side window with a lung-emptying groan, his eyes glazed, staring at his hands smeared with blood.

“Solves it for me. Anyway, you were right on one thing, though…” Vance leaned over and jammed the gun into Schmeltzer’s mouth, the dealer’s eyes about three times their normal size and stunned, and drew back the action. “Nice car.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Vance left Schmeltzer’s crumpled body on the floor of his car. He checked himself just to make sure he didn’t have blood all over him.

He had found what he was looking for and his search had pretty much come to an end.

Then he left the car and went to the door of the clinic.

He felt a stirring in his chest and his blood was all alive and buzzing, a voice deep inside him telling him that this was it. The end of the line. He had set out to prove that causes had effects and that you couldn’t escape the consequences of what you’d done. The sin from the sinner, the Bible said. The wheat from the chaff.

The Harvard Pain Remediation Centers.

This was where his little girl’s life got all caught up in the tide that ruined it.

Time to end it now.

Vance stepped inside and looked around. Blond paneling on the walls and a classy, almost Asian feel. All beige and white. In the waiting area, a heavyset black woman was in a chair with a metal walker in front of her. A video was running on a screen. Another woman was seated behind the counter. Pretty. In a blue nurse’s uniform. Her blond hair in a ponytail.

“Can I help you?”

The woman behind the counter was looking at him. Vance felt the emotions in his chest start to build. Can you help me? Can you make right everything that’s gone wrong in my life? Can you bring back my wife? My home? My job? Can you bring back my job on the force, which was the last time I felt like a man?

You can only take so much. Vance looked at this woman, his hand reaching into his pocket, wrapping around the gun handle.

“Just gimme a minute,” was all he could grunt.

The woman smiled at him. “First time here? I know it can be a bit unsettling. Here’s a brochure that describes the procedures we do here. They’re all doctor performed. Dr. Silva on staff is one of the foremost pain specialists in the area. But take your time.”

Vance nodded and took the brochure. His blood throbbed. The sweats had come over him. He could do it now. Do it! This was the source of it all. A sense of absolute certainty rushed through him.

“Or feel free to check out the video over there.” She pointed toward the overhead monitor in the waiting area. “It’s only three minutes, and it explains most of the procedures.”

“Thank you,” Vance said, taking his hand off the gun handle.

He went over to the screen, his heart drumming like a bass drum, boom, boom, and tried to listen, as best as he could, to a description of a bunch of procedures he didn’t give a damn about. Or could even pronounce.