“We are simply the ones left to clean them up.”

Victoria stood and pressed the elevator button with her thumb.

“Ask the hospital,” she said.

“They catalog everything that comes in with a patient.”

The doors opened.

She stepped into the car and pressed one without turning around, and her sleeve rode up her arm.

The doors closed on her gold watch.

Three floors down in the stairwell, my phone found a signal, and I called Fort Benning before I reached the ground floor.