“It means your judgment is compromised right now,” Frank said slowly.

“We’ve got twelve million dollars on the line, and the bank won’t take a lead signature from someone who might pass out at the closing table.”

Garrett reached over and touched Frank’s shoulder.

“We’re only trying to protect the firm, Frank.”

“Who gave that clinic permission to pull my medical file?” I asked.

Garrett leaned over the table, his voice calm and steady.

“You gave me your general medical proxy three years ago, Dad.