“I’m fine,” I lied.

“I just want to go back inside.”

Detective Miller tucked the yellow packet into his black leather briefcase and snapped the brass latches shut.

“I’ll drop the official copies off at the front security desk on my way out,” he said.

We took the service elevator up to the third floor at twenty past two.

Nurse Elena met us by the handwashing station near the double doors.

A fresh white linen cloth was draped over her left shoulder.