She asked for it the way you’d ask for a stapler.”

“How long?”

“Tomorrow, if the clerk cooperates.” Marisol tucked both pages under her arm.

“There’s one more thing.

At two this afternoon he called the desk to ask what it would take to have a patient moved to a private facility.”

“Who did he talk to?”

“Whoever picked up.

It wasn’t written down.” She flattened the edge of the page against her badge.