The conference phone on the sitting room coffee table chimed twice before Nora Miller came on the line.

“I’m on a secure line from my office in Manhattan, Vivian,” Nora said.

The distinct click of a silver fountain pen cap came through the speaker as Nora opened her desk binder.

“Nora,” I said, “we just finished matching Spencer’s diagnostic logs against the corporate foundation wire receipts.”

“Did you track down the paper trail for Dr.

Vance’s lab updates?” Nora asked.

“Rosalind approved a forty-thousand-dollar foundation wire to the clinic two weeks after Spencer’s test came back,” I said.