“I have a colleague coming down,” he said.

“Someone who handles this kind of report.”

I looked at the folder.

“What kind of report?”

“Child safety.” Thomas said it without raising his voice.

“That’s all I can tell you right now.”

At ten the elevator at the end of the pediatric hall let out Marcus and two men with visitor stickers on their coats.

Marcus wore the brown loafers that cost more than my first car, and they made a hard sound on the tile.