“Dr. Miller, please tell me what you found on her,” I demanded, stepping forward until the doctor had to tilt her chin upward to meet my desperate stare. “If someone laid a hand on Hannah, I will tear this entire county apart until I find the person responsible.”

Dr. Miller did not retreat. “Then start by lowering your voice.

You are not helping her by frightening my staff.” Something in the way she said it made me step back.

“The injury is consistent with a fall, but the information provided by the person who called emergency services is inconsistent with the location where she was found.

We also documented bruising on her forearm that may be older than the head injury.

We cannot tell you what caused either finding yet.”
“Who called?” “A woman identifying herself as Hannah’s roommate.

She said Hannah slipped on the stairs in her apartment building. But the ambulance crew was directed to an industrial parking lot on the riverfront.”

Paige’s fingers tightened around my sleeve. “She lives in an apartment?” I asked. “Mr. Moretti, I’m not permitted to discuss her private information beyond what is necessary.

She listed you for emergencies but that does not mean I can give you unlimited access to her records.

We contacted you because her current contact information was incomplete and she has no immediate family member here.”