Jenner was relieved the Mercedes wasn’t in the shelter parking lot.

He rang the bell a couple of times before Dr. Ade appeared, slipping on her white coat.

“Oh, doctor, I’m so glad it’s you.”

He grinned at her. “So, how’s the patient?”

Her face was serious. “He’s fine—he’s acting almost as if nothing ever happened. But there’s something else, and it’s urgent: Ms. Craine has been calling. She’s lost your number.” She scribbled the address on a yellow Post-it note and handed it to him. “She wants you to go to her house right away. I’ll let her know you’re on your way.”

“What’s this about?”

“She didn’t say. But she’s been calling every five minutes, so I think it’s really important. Do you know where she lives?”

Jenner looked at the Post-it. “No. Is it far?”

“Five minutes. It’s right next to the golf course, a gated community called the Polo Course. It’s a white house with a blue gate. She’ll buzz you in through the main gate—her house is the last one on the street.”

She called to him as he was about to head out through the door. “And doctor?”

He turned.

She hesitated for a second, then said gravely, “I think she might have been drinking.”