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No.

“It isn’t your story.”

No.

“It damn sure isn’t your decision when I’m ready.”

Agreed.

That stopped me. I stared. “Then give me the name.”

No.

“You just agreed.”

I agreed that readiness is your decision.

“Then—”

Readiness and evidence are not equivalent.

I closed my eyes. Slowly, very slowly, I took my seat again. “You are the most infuriating interview I have ever conducted.”

You have interviewed senators.

“Point taken.”

The cursor blinked.

Find the second toxicology.

I picked up the pen once more. “Then?”

Find who requested it.

I wrote that down. “Then?”

Find who received the result.

Another note.

“Then?”

The next line took longer.

Ask why the wrong person knew before the physician did.

My pen stopped. It wasn’t an answer so much as a sequence. “Is that enough to get me there?”

Yes.

“To the killer?”

Yes.

“To you?”

No.