I stared straight into his eyes until I watched his smug smile finally crack under the pressure.

“Blue folder,” I whispered, my voice raspy but firm.

Joyce lunged toward the bed as if she meant to silence me by force.

“She’s heavily medicated and doesn’t know what she’s saying!”

The detectives stepped between us before she could reach the mattress.

Dr. Stone handed Detective Powell a thick, sealed envelope she’d pulled from my private medical file.