“Go ahead and file it,” I said.

“The social worker will meet you here at seven thirty,” she said.

“Do you have someplace safe to take him when he’s discharged?”

“To my house,” I said.

“Not if whoever locked that latch still has a key,” Dr.

Reed said.

She laid her chart on the rolling table and drew the blanket back up over Benji’s shoulders.

“Use the phone by the waiting room,” Dr.