Amelia squeezed her eyes shut and prayed. “How many people have prescriptions for OxyContin?” She asked. “Oh,” he said, chirping in surprise. “Not many. Doctors around here usually prescribe fentanyl.” John went silent as he shuffled through his papers. “OxyContin is newer. There are only three prescriptions for it in our records, all from the same doctor. Pharma reps probably got to him.”
