We talked about your health on Tuesday.”

I cleared my throat.

“The board is voting today, Garrett, but not on the motion you wrote.”

Frank Doyle laid his wooden pen on the table.

“Raymond, you’ve been out of the office for four days on formal medical suspension.

What’s going on?”

“Security,” Garrett called toward the open hallway, his voice rising just enough to carry through the door.

“Please come in and help my father back to his car.”