Rebecca arrived the next morning with coffee for herself and a folder for me. The coffee smelled better.

"The first medical review is back," she said.

I looked at the folder.

"How illegal is it?"

"Not at all."

"Disappointing."

Rebecca ignored that and opened

The overseas account belonged to a man named Evan Price. Rebecca said the name like it meant something. It did not.

"Should I know him?"

"No. He has lived in Lisbon for the last four years."

"Good."

Still nothing. Rebecca turned the laptop toward me. A passport photo

Julian lost control in three different rooms before noon. The first was a police interview room. The second was the Ashford Holdings boardroom. The third was my hospital room. Only one of those amused me. Rebecca gave me the company summary while a nurse checked