Ethan by the door.
Marcus planted at his left.
The windows behind him giving onto the garden, where the gate was locked and the driveway camera was still running.
"All right,"
he said quietly.
"I'll tell you what I know."
"Good."
"I've been concerned about your health for a year.
Your arrhythmia has been worsening.
You've been refusing the stronger medication.
You miss appointments.
You forget doses.
And three months ago, you began to show signs of early cognitive decline."
The words landed like a slap.
"What?"
"I documented it,"
he said evenly.
"Dizziness.
Confusion.
Memory lapses.
Paranoia.
I didn't want to frighten you, so I brought the medication myself.
The newer formulation is easier on the heart.
I used a mail-order pharmacy because the local one couldn't fill it fast enough.
I was trying to protect you."
Ethan stepped forward.
"The footage was deleted from her server using her credentials."
