“Because we’re running a full audit of the clinic’s billing department,” he said.

“The lawyers need every original document.

Hand them over to me now, Vivian, and we can stop talking about it.”

I reached down into my leather handbag and let my fingers rest on the stiff, taped edge of Dr.

Vance’s sealed envelope.

I didn’t take it out.

Instead I took out a small black notepad and set it on my knee.

“I’ll have Nora look over the legal request in the morning,” I said evenly.