“Yes, yes, of course. I’ve got a copy of the paperwork already. I do need to express my reluctance to discharge Miss Layne, as she’s very unwell. However, I’m sure you know that’s your choice to make.” He watched me with beady, shrewd eyes. Like he was deciding whether he could pull a fast one and keep her. “It is my choice,” I growled. “Please retrieve her. We will be leaving immediately. And I want a full copy of all her records to explain how and why she was hospitalized in the first fucking place.”

