"I'm a nurse. I don't know if you saw the movie but they made me a waitress in the movie. That's not right. I'm a nurse. I know about medicine. I know about hospitals, all of it."

I nodded and didn't say anything to stop her.

"The coroner's office conducted an autopsy on Terry. There were no signs of anything unusual but they decided to go ahead with the autopsy at the request of Dr. Hansen-Terry's cardio doctor-because he wanted to see if they could find out what went wrong."

"Okay," I said. "What did they find?"

"Nothing. I mean, nothing criminal. The heart simply stopped beating… and he died. It happens. The autopsy showed that the muscles of the heart's walls were thinning, getting narrow. Cardiomyopathy. The body was rejecting the heart. They took the normal blood samples and that was it. They released him to me. His body. Terry didn't want to be buried-he always told me that. So he was cremated at Griffin and Reeves and after the funeral service Buddy took the children and me out on the boat and we did what Terry asked. We let him go then. Into the water. It was very private. It was nice."

"Who is Buddy?"

"Oh, he is the man Terry worked with on the charter business. His partner."

"Right. I remember."

I nodded and tried to retrack her story, looking for the opening, the reason she had come to see me.

"The blood scan from the autopsy," I said. "What did they find in it?"

She shook her head.

"No, it's what they didn't find."

"What?"

"You have to remember that Terry took a ton of meds. Every day, pill after pill, liquid after liquid. It kept him alive-I mean, until the end. So the blood scan was like a page and a half long."

"They sent it to you?"

"No, Dr. Hansen got it. He told me about it. And he was calling because there were things missing from the scan that should have been there but weren't. CellCept and Prograf. They weren't in his blood when he died."