I didn’t answer her.

I opened my leather bag, took out Dr.

Vance’s notarized medical report, and set it flat in the middle of the table.

Arthur Sterling, the seventy-one-year-old chairman of the governance committee, leaned forward and settled his reading glasses on his nose.

“What’s this document?” Arthur asked.

“That’s a certified copy of Spencer’s full diagnostic record from St.

Jude Clinic,” I said, keeping my voice even.

“Along with a sworn affidavit Dr.