“Hannah was not supposed to have a visitor?”
“Not according to the ordinary schedule.”
“Then why is there an entry?”
Caroline looked at the clock.
“Because somebody wanted the visit recorded without making it easy to find.”
She closed the folder halfway.
“Did Lorraine ever tell you what time Hannah passed away?”
“She told me enough to repeat it. Not enough to prove it.”
Caroline’s hand stayed on the folder.
“Then we need the original file.”
She stood and reached for her keys again.
I followed her into the records room, where a clerk waited behind a counter with three printed forms stacked beside a scanner.
Caroline gave her the request.
“The sealed file for Hannah’s October 28 admission, please.”
The clerk looked at the form, then at Caroline.
“That file was placed under restricted access.”
“Yes,” Caroline said. “I have authorization.”
The clerk disappeared through a gray door.
