“That’s twenty-four pages of hard evidence,” I said.

Tiffany gave a short, light laugh that never got near her eyes.

“Garrett’s been having serious memory problems for the past month, Mr.

Vance.

We’ve got the hospital intake forms in my briefcase if you need to look at them.”

“Read page one first, Vance,” I said to him.

Vance lifted the black folder and thumbed the cover open.

The first sheet was on heavy county legal paper with Arthur’s name typed across the top line.