“Dr.

Vance, who gave the official order to lock those lab files?” I asked.

The doctor cleared his throat again, a dry, deliberate sound that echoed in the concrete room.

He reached into his vest pocket, took out a small brass key, and unlocked the lower steel cabinet.

“Spencer gave explicit written instructions three months ago,” Dr.

Vance said, his voice so low I had to lean in to hear him.

“He told our laboratory directors to keep every detailed sperm analysis report away from you.”