I turned to Alex, "Did you ever sell her or give her any of that crap, Alex?"
He shook his head like he was watching a high-speed tennis match. "No, I wouldn't have given her that garbage. She was too delicate, too..."
He stopped speaking as he let his thoughts trail off. I looked at Skip. He shook his head.
"No, dad. It wasn't me. And I never saw her using it."
That left one person. The one with the most at stake.
"So, Marilyn, how exactly did it go down? How did you get her hooked on heroin?"