Victoria’s PovI woke up already tired. Kai had the file on the table when I came down, a brown envelope, nothing fancy.“Doctor’s in there, ward, what they’re moving him for,” he said. “Don’t add names. If Jonathan asks who paid, it’s the company. That’s the whole script. You don’t need a better one.”“He’ll hate that.”“Let him hate it. Hate is quieter than the police.”Matteo drank his coffee and didn’t join in. In the car I held the envelope so hard the paper bent. Nancy opened the apartment door this time. She looked past me first, saw both of them, and tried to act normal about it. She was bad at it.“You came back.”“I said I would.”Jonathan was in the kitchen. He didn’t hug me. He held his hand out for the envelope and read standing up, lips moving on the hospital name.“This is real,” he said.“Yes.”“And the company is paying.”“Yes.”“What company?”“The one I work for. They’re private. I can’t put a person on it.”He looked up. “That’s not an answer, Vic.”“It’s the answe
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