“Not without a warrant. I’d love to help you, but we have HIPAA laws to abide by.” “Of course.” Susan got up out of her chair and shook the doctor’s hand. “Thank you for your time. I appreciate you seeing me.” “I wish I could help more. If I think of anything, I’ll call you. And, of course, if I hear from either James or Rebecca.” “Thank you.” Dr. Trammel walked Susan past the exercise machines and the patients grunting their way toward rehabilitation. He stopped when they reached the door. “We heard James’s house was bad,” he said. “Is that true?” “Can’t talk about it,” Susan replied, opening the door. “You got HIPAA, and I got an open investigation. Sorry.”