Emily collapsed at the ambulance bay doors at St. Mary’s at 11:02 p.m. She did not walk there. She did not drive.

Her car was in her own garage — I know because I saw the photographs of it in the discovery packet, parked, cold, doors locked.

Somebody put my daughter in a vehicle and drove her nine miles and left her at those doors and did not come inside.

I called Alan at 2:20 in the morning, which is a thing we have permission to do to each other.

He listened for a long time. Then he said, “Richard, they know all this.”

“Do they?”