“Garrett,” she said.

Her voice came out soft and sweet, exactly the tone she used in board meetings.

“You ought to be home resting today.

The executive committee approved the temporary proxy yesterday.”

“Put the cap back on that pen, Vance,” I said.

Vance stopped with the tip of the pen two inches over the signature block.

He looked at me, then at Dale standing in the doorway with his arms folded.

“Mr.