“I understand your dilemma,” he replies in perfect English with a British accent. "But we can't just give out files on a patient." He turns to look directly at me. His eyes are bright green, sharp and kind. "I understand that you have come from the United States, but I'm sorry."
“Can you at least tell me what happened to him? Without actually looking at your graph? Would that be breaking protocol?
Dr. Robinet smiles patiently. “I see dozens of patients a day. And this was, you say, a year ago?
I nod. "Yes." I bury my head in my hands. The madness of this hits me again. One day. One year.
"Maybe if you described it." Dr. Robinet feeds me some string.
I snatch it. “He was Dutch. Very tall, six foot three, that's one point nine in metric. Seventy-five kilos. Her hair was very light, almo
