“It’s signed off with an executive override key,” he said. “The key is VS-099.”

“VS,” I said, the realization hitting me like a physical blow. “Victoria Sterling.”

“That key is unique to her corporate token,” Margaret confirmed. “Only she could have authorized an override of that size without a full board review.”

“But how do we link Apex Medical Consulting to Dr. Henderson?” I asked.

“Apex was registered in Delaware as a limited liability company,” Margaret said. “The registered agent was a shell company. But I managed to trace the tax identification number.”

“And?” Alexander asked.

“The sole beneficiary of Apex’s bank account at the time was Dr. Robert Henderson’s wife,” Margaret said. “It was set up two weeks before you received your diagnosis, Alexander.”

The library was silent except for the steady drumming of the rain against the glass.

Alexander closed his eyes for a brief second.

When he opened them, the anger in them had turned into something cold and calculating.

“She paid him eight hundred thousand dollars of company money to tell me I was sterile,” he said.