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Why did you accept fourteen as the total?

I stared at him—at the screen. “Because that’s the gap in the numbering.”

And?

“Because the billing records indicate services that aren’t documented.”

And?

My brain accelerated. I tried to recall everything in the files we’d put together. When it hit me, I wanted to smack myself. “The missing records aren’t contiguous.”

No.

“They weren’t fourteen pages removed from one place.”

No.

“They were records generated separately.”

Yes.

Someone hadn’t simply pulled a section from a file. Someone had cleaned a trail.

“How many?”

My question.

Of course. I gripped the pen. “What do you want?”

Why do you believe the attack killed Guy Reardon?

The question from the phone call. I answered more carefully this time. “Because he died eleven days later from injuries sustained during the assault.”

That is a conclusion.

“Based on his hospitalization.”

Based on chronology.

I frowned. “You think something else killed him.”

I think you should examine the evidence.

“I’m trying.”

No. You are trying to obtain someone else's interpretation of it.

That irritated me because—again—he wasn’t entirely wrong. “What should I look for?”

A second toxicology order.

I froze. “We know about the supplemental toxicology.”

Not that one.

Everything inside me sharpened. “There were two?”

Yes.