Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

Just ask, and don’t say who wants to know.”

I played it twice.

Then I put the chair back where I found it and went out to the alcove.

Evelyn sat with her coat buttoned, Corliss was writing on a legal pad, and Victoria had the portfolio open on her knees.

“One more time,” I said.

“The blue folder.

What was in it?”

“Your wife made choices, Alexander,” Evelyn said.