“Player health screening,” Sienna said. “Standard preparation. I’d have thought you’d approve — you’re usually the one lecturing me about protecting the organization’s assets.”
“Assets.” Cole tasted the word. “Yes. Well. There’s protecting assets, and then there’s hiring outside physicians who answer to no one, sealing their findings away from the board, and pulling five-year-old medical files at midnight.” He let that last part land, gently, like a card laid face up. “Records departments talk, Miss Bennett. Everything in a building this old talks, if you’ve been here long enough to speak its language.”
“Then you already know there’s nothing improper to find.”
“I know that Henry spent his last two years pulling old files too.” Cole’s voice stayed pleasant. Corridor-pleasant. “It was one
