“Every wire transfer, every date, and every signature.”

Julian didn’t move away from the desk.

He stood looking down at the white medical forms, his breath coming quick and shallow through his nose.

Samuel placed the medical capacity reports on the oak desk while Julian stared at the blue folders in silence.

Julian took three quick steps across the patterned hallway runner and caught my elbow before I could reach the stair railing.

“Elena, wait a second,” he said, pulling me back into the quiet shadow near the linen closet door.