“Vivian,” he said, his voice low and careful.

“Your patient summary sheets were mailed to your townhouse on Friday.”

“I’m not here for my summary sheets, Dr.

Vance,” I said, keeping my hands in my coat pockets.

“I want to see the full lab records for Spencer’s diagnostic tests.”

Dr.

Vance looked down at the concrete floor and clasped his hands tightly behind his back.

“All shared lab files were reviewed and signed off by your husband’s legal team during the summer audit.”