The top print was an ultrasound scan dated three weeks earlier, plainly showing twins.

In the top margin, a dark red ink stamp identified the facility as Valley Ridge Reproductive Center in Englewood, New Jersey.

“Those are personal health records,” Brielle said, her voice falling to a whisper as she grabbed the blue folder out of my hand.

“They have nothing to do with company business.”

I looked at the heavy desk behind her and noticed that the central brass keyhole was turned to the locked position.

“Why is his mahogany desk drawer locked during business hours?” I asked.