Aris asked.

“No,” I said.

“That’s probably for the best,” Dr.

Aris said.

“He needs complete rest until the anesthesia prep starts.”

I stepped out into the quiet third-floor corridor while the nurses got Toby ready for his IV.

Detective Miller came down the tiled hallway from the elevators, carrying a dark manila folder under his left arm.

He stopped three feet away and clicked his metal ballpoint pen three times before looking at me.