“I’m an independent legal courier out of Knoxville.”

“Marcus sent you all the way onto a cruise ship?” I asked.

“He spent three days tracking the private filings your husband lodged in county chancery court,” David said.

“Marcus realized you were missing half the picture.”

He used a small silver pocketknife to slice the seal open and pulled out a stapled document stamped with an official blue seal.

“This came from the East Tennessee Regional Neurology Clinic,” David said, sliding the top sheet across the smooth wood.