After a pause, the vet asked a careful question, her voice neutral. “Was he ever given performance enhancers?” The room seemed to hold its breath. Sam looked down at Fortune, who lay quietly between them, unaware of the words being spoken.
Sam didn’t answer right away. He replayed the auction in his mind. The handlers. The mocking name. The way they’d spoken about performance and drive. Slowly, he shook his head. “Not that I know of,” he said, though doubt had already taken root.