She said she would destroy my practice and my reputation if I talked to you.”

“Did you record the call?”

“Don’t ask me that.” His hand stayed on the doorknob.

“I’ve got two kids in college.

I’m sorry.”

I spotted a cardboard box next to his desk with my father’s name written on it.

The corner of a leather folder poked out through the flap.

Thomas nudged it out of sight with his foot.