“Yes, I know,” he whispered, looking down at the carpet.

“Then how could you let Brian take the fall for another man’s crime?”

Paul sat without speaking for a long time, his breathing heavy and labored in the quiet room.

“Seven years ago, after my spinal fusion, I became badly dependent on prescription painkillers.”

He swallowed hard, unable to look me in the eye.

“I started taking medication from the surgical dispensary, and Gregory Walsh found out what I was doing during an internal audit.”

“And he covered for you back then?”