He had put a fake policy number on the second line just to hold off the billing department.

I stacked the envelopes, tapped their edges straight on the counter and put them in my bag.

At two o’clock Claire met me in the lobby of her law office.

She had on a dark blue suit and held a thick legal pad against her hip.

She took me down the hall to a corner conference room with a big glass table.

“Did you find those clinic letters?” Claire asked.