It turned out the powder was a mixture of morphine and heroin. Robbie was twenty-four and left behind a wife and young son. All those who got sick had been given the drug by Moss. Although I couldn’t have done more than I did, I felt so bad for not forcing them to get Robbie to the hospital while there was still time. Alan left to be with his grieving bandmates, and when David came home and found me crying, he insisted on calling the police. Two detectives arrived to take my statement because I was a key witness to a potential crime.
