“The fertility reports Spencer’s legal team pulled from your chart were altered.

What’s in this envelope are the duplicate diagnostic records from the original lab runs.”

He pushed the heavy envelope into my hands.

“Why are you giving this to me now, Dr.

Vance?”

“Because my professional reputation means more to me than their family board seats,” he said.

He turned his key in the brass lock of the service door and went inside without looking back.

I tucked the heavy envelope under my arm and walked out of the alley.