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this?” I said.
    She glanced over her shoulder, making sure Cade wouldn’t be able to hear. “Some messages were sent to someone in the government. They could be construed as threatening.”
    â€œWhat’s Mr. Glass’s connection?”
    â€œThat I can’t tell you. Obviously it’s important enough for us to get involved.” She gave a quick smile. “It all could be a misunderstanding. Right now, we only need to interview him. There’s been no crime committed. If you talk to him, let me know.”
    She shook my hand and shut the door behind her.
    I figured Denton Rivlin could wait another few minutes while I collected my thoughts. Scottie’s patient folder was on the coffee table. I skimmed the first page. Callister Resources. Odd that a company would make an employee sign out for a trip to the doctor.
    In the reception room, I heard Tori’s voice, much louder than usual: “Get away from there!”
    By the time I got outside, she and Weston had squared off. Tori wasn’t a trained FBI agent, but I’d give her even odds if a fight broke out. “I just came back in. She was listening at your door,” she said.
    I eased between them. “What were you doing?”
    Weston blushed, only a tinge high on her cheeks, but it was enough so she knew I saw it. “Nothing, I—”
    â€œThe phone,” Tori said. “She must have thought you were going to call somebody.”
    Weston turned a deeper shade of red. All the training in the world can’t stop some reflexes.
    I said, “If Scottie gets in touch with me, I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” I motioned toward the hallway. “Now, I think we’re done here.”
    She braced her shoulders, trying to seem still in control, and marched out.
    Tori opened her desk drawer. “Your appointments calendar has been moved.”
    â€œUhh,” I said. My mind was elsewhere, thinking about how completely I’d been conned by the good cop/bad cop routine.
    â€œCal, she looked at your patient schedule.” Tori picked up the phone.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” I said.
    â€œI’m going to call the police. That snake can’t slither in here and look at our records like that. You know how tight the federal rules are now.”
    No, she can’t, but she did. And I didn’t want to make any unnecessary waves. I took the phone from her and hung it up. “I think the right people to call for that would be the FBI, and they’re not going to do anything to one of their own.”
    Tori gave me a sour look, but nodded. “Who’s ‘Scottie’?”
    â€œTed Gaines. Scottie is his real name.” I realized the slip I’d made, calling him Scottie. Had Weston noticed? Was she wondering if maybe I knew him better than I let on?
    Tori had a way of narrowing her eyes and arching an eyebrow, criticism and question at the same time.
    At the moment, I didn’t feeling like explaining. “What happened to Denton?”
    â€œHe wasn’t comfortable with the FBI around. I walked him out to his car. He’s really a sweet guy. You know he’s having an affair with an intern. Nineteen years old from George Washington University—”
    â€œHow did that come up?”
    â€œI tricked him a little, to get him to open up. It’s for his own good. He could use some advice from a woman.”
    â€œTori, what were you just complaining about with Weston? My patients’ medical information is confidential. You can’t talk with them like that.”
    She gave me the eyebrow again. “Somebody has to.”
    â€œRight,” I said, sick of arguing. I headed for my office. “Could you bring Denton’s number in, please? I want to call him and apologize.”
    It took her a few minutes to bring the slip with the number. She had her purse with her and her coat on. “Leaving already?” I said.