Miller, you’re disrupting a medical practice during business hours,” Dr.

Bennett said, her tone smooth and icy.

“Ask her where my savings went,” Seth snapped, taking two quick steps toward Dr.

Bennett’s counter.

“Ask her what she’s typing into your financial records every afternoon.”

“If you take one more step, I’ll press the emergency button under this desk and let the police escort you off the property,” Dr.

Bennett said.

Seth stopped mid-step, his chest heaving under his gray flannel work shirt.