“There’s a hairline fracture near the wrist.

It’s healed, but it’s out of alignment.

Nobody ever set it properly.”

Richard’s hand went to his thumb, to the old scar, and he pressed down on it hard.

“How many in all?” he asked.

“I count four separate fractures, not counting today’s ribs.

Two are old enough that she’d have been in pain for weeks without any treatment.” Sarah took off her glasses and laid them on the desk.

“These injuries didn’t all happen today, Colonel.”