“Okay, let’s hear it. Wait, don’t tell me… it was you that left that package outside the door?” I wondered.

“No, that wasn’t me. God’s honest truth,” Luke insisted, holding his hand up like a Boy Scout. I still believed him despite the odds. Maybe a nurse had done it for Bill after they had tucked him in? Perhaps I could call Melody, the hospice nurse, and ask.

“Okay, then what!?” I asked after racking my brain.

Luke sighed. “It ...