By Susan Zalkind for The Guardian. After working an early morning shift at a nearby hotel and an afternoon spent barbecuing with her family, Jaimie Cahill fell asleep on a couch in the basement, waiting for her laundry to dry. It was 9pm, 14 June 2015. Her younger brother, Joseph Cahill, 27, was supposed to come home soon. He hadn’t said where he was going, and she was starting to get worried.
In the last few days, his behavior had been strange. They were small things, but they added up. He fell asleep in his car with the engine running, he hit a guardrail, and he was starting to hang out with other addicts, people who were taking Suboxone and were still in the detox phase. It didn’t make sense. As far as she knew, Joseph had been clean for five months. And then she found a burnt spoon.