It comes out of the medical trust with Elsie’s name on it.”

I read the figure three times.

Twenty-four thousand five hundred dollars for a room facing the ocean, while my daughter lay in a step-down unit holding a plastic cup of water.

“There’s a third page,” Hank said.

“The concierge log.

The hotel’s dragging its feet.

Could be Friday before I get it.”

“Friday’s the hearing.”