Noah’s treasure was truth.
Shower done, dried, dressed, he was ready to go but uncertain exactly where he was going, wondering whether he should even venture out. Not after last night’s unexpected incident. Except he was not feeling any residual effects anymore. Sitting on the edge of the bed tying his shoes, his eyes darted over to the desk in the corner, at the jiffy bag. He crossed over, removing the files from inside and bringing them back to the bed, where he could stretch out more comfortably.
Tossing aside the medical records of both Sandra Barbara and Stefan Hatcher, Noah flipped open the file for Ginette Hatcher. She was foremost on his mind right now. What most interested him were not diagnoses, illnesses, but the dates of her hospital visits. When had she first gone to Cane Me
