“It’s dated July eighteenth.”

I looked at the bold letterhead, my eyes landing on the name of a lead specialist in progressive movement disorders.

The patient name typed across the top line was Gregory Thomas Whitman.

“July eighteenth,” I said, my voice barely carrying across the desk.

“That was one of his personal days.”

“He spent seven hours undergoing motor function tests and nerve conduction scans,” David said.

I turned the top sheet, reading the clinical observations the physician had recorded.