Dr.

Wallace set his briefcase on the cherry vanity table and cleared his throat twice.

He pressed the two silver latches on the bag, and they sprang open with a loud metallic click.

“How was his breathing this afternoon?” Dr.

Wallace asked, his voice flat and unhurried.

“The same,” Christopher said.

“The lawyer called twice from Seattle about the fleet transfer documents.”

“The conservatorship requires full medical certification that he’s non-responsive,” Dr.