Wallace, money flowing quietly from the nephew to the physician.

They had recovered messages between the two men in which they spoke, in plain terms, of managing Raymond’s condition so that he would never unexpectedly recover.

Piece by piece, the architecture of the thing was coming into view, not as my suspicion but as documented fact, the kind that sits in a folder and does not go away.

But there was still a gap.

“We can show the money and the intent,” one of the officers explained carefully.