“What name did you use?”

“My own,” I said. “I had to use my real insurance card. I didn’t have your forged papers with me.”

Adrian stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floorboards.

“Claire, the insurance is tied to the corporate account.”

“I didn’t think about that,” I said. “I was bleeding, Adrian. I was terrified.”

He began to pace the small room, his boots heavy on the wood.

“Leo has people in the administrative offices at the medical group,” he muttered.

“He bought them off two years ago to track the captains’ families.”

The realization hit me like a physical blow to my chest.

“He knows,” I whispered.

“If he flagged your social security number or the insurance policy, the system would alert him the second the claim was filed.”

Adrian stopped pacing and stared at the door.

The wind outside seemed to howl louder, throwing a sheet of dry snow against the wood.

“When was the appointment?” he asked.

“Tuesday morning.”

“They’ve had three days,” Adrian said.

He walked to the window and rubbed a circle in the frost.