“Because the person who signed that transfer paperwork might come looking for you.

And because those two have been walking in and out of here as though they own the place.”

There was a sharp knock on the side entrance.

Walter moved to a small monitor.

A woman in blue scrubs stood beside a uniformed officer.

Walter opened the door.

The woman introduced herself as Dr.

Elaine Ruiz.

She didn’t ask me to tell my story first.

She checked my pulse and blood pressure, listened to my heart, looked into my eyes, and asked what day it was.

“Saturday,” I said.

“It’s Sunday morning, Mr. Mendoza.”

I had lost more time than I realized.

Dr.