I stared at the printed filename.
My entire life reduced to capital letters and an underscore.
“What if she made it because of Ethan?”
“That is possible.”
“What if she was investigating him?”
“Also possible.”
“Or me.”
“Yes.”
I looked at Adrian.
“What happened seven months ago?”
He thought.
“At my company?”
“In your life.”
He stared at me.
Then something changed in his face.
“Caroline’s medical records.”
“What about them?”
“Seven months ago, our legal department received an anonymous request.”
“For what?”
“For access to archived procurement records connected to her treatment period.”
My pulse quickened.
“Who requested them?”
“They didn’t know.”
“Anonymous?”
“Yes.”
“Did they release them?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Patient privacy. Corporate retention policies. Several reasons.”
“Then what happened?”
“Nothing.”
Daniel looked down.
Adrian noticed.
“What?”
Daniel hesitated.
“Sir.”
“What?”
“There was a second request.”
Adrian’s expression tightened.
“When?”
“Four months ago.”
“Why wasn’t I told?”
