“Not that I ever saw,” Brenda replied softly.
“What did they do during those visits?” I asked, my mind racing.
“Mostly talked, and there were usually papers spread out everywhere,” Brenda noted.
“Papers?” I repeated, remembering the hidden documents in Simon’s coat.
“Yes,” Brenda confirmed with a node.
“Can I see the security footage?” I asked eagerly.
“I can’t show you hospital surveillance,” Brenda told me gently.
“Then tell me who she was,” I pleaded softly.
“I honestly don’t know her name,” Brenda replied apologetically.
After several conversations with hospital administration staff, I was finally allowed to view a few minutes of the footage.
“I have never seen her before in my life,” I whispered, staring at the monitor screen.
“She came in carrying that blue folder,” the staff member explained.
“How long did she stay?” I asked, watching her image on screen.
“Almost two hours,” he replied quietly.
