Chapter 13: Aftercare

Su recognized the dead recruiter by his shoes. The navy windbreaker from the aquatic center hung on a hook beside the exam-room door. His visitor badge identified him as Darren Cole, outreach coordinator for Blue Harbor Recovery. He lay across a padded treatment chair in pressed trousers and expensive running shoes that had never seen a track. On the frosted glass outside, two peeling letters had reduced BLUE HARBOR RECOVERY to BLUE HARBOR OVER. Hollis studied it on his way in. "Branding got there first." "Save that for your report." "I was considering 'premature revision of commercial signage.'" The clinic occupied three rooms above a marine-supply store, six blocks from the south marina. Blue consent forms sat in precise stacks at reception. A bowl of protein bars shared the counter with a card reader and a sign promising evidence-based recovery for competitive athletes. The front windows did not open. Dr.…