I laid my phone on the desk and showed her the screenshot of the wire transfer notification.

“He just authorized a payment of two million dollars to Dr. Noah Sterling’s holding company,” I said.

Evelyn put on her reading glasses and stared at the glowing screen.

“Sterling is the surgeon who performed your emergency procedure last week, correct?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “And I found a bottle of unprescribed compounded sedatives in our master bathroom this morning.”

“Did you secure a sample of the liquid?”

“I just gave it to an independent courier,” I said. “It’s on its way to a private lab now.”

Evelyn leaned back, her leather chair squeaking slightly in the quiet room.

She tapped her fingernails against the edge of the mahogany wood.

“Let me run a quick search on Sterling’s corporate registrations,” she said, turning to her computer.

She typed rapidly, the clicking of her keyboard filling the silence.

The grandfather clock in the corner ticked slowly, marking each second like a countdown.

“Sterling’s holding company is called Aegis Medical LLC,” Evelyn murmured, squinting at the screen.