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for some reason. “They already came and got the copies of the medical reports.”
    “Who? They were designated representatives?”
    She shrugged. “That would involve the medical records office. Which is two floors above. You can take those elevators over . . .”
    “But how do you know? If it’s the medical records office they needed. Did they stop here first, asking questions like I did?”
    Again, that look, as if she was in on something obvious which he was not. Brendan felt like too much of that had been going around lately. He didn’t like it.
    “Hon, I remember, because this is my shift. Tonight, last night, and the night before that. When your friend came in. The other men, they came in not five minutes after he did. They came in, went wherever they went. I can’t keep track of everybody coming and going, unless they walk right past me, and they did, and I remember them.”
    Brendan shook his head. He felt an ache coming on, from the scar on the left side of his face. “I’m sorry, I’m confused. I’m asking you – how do you know these men took his medical records?”
    Now she looked slightly offended. She tucked her chin down towards her breastbone and looked up at him from beneath long lashes. “I know federal agents when I see them,” she said. “This isn’t my first rodeo, you know? And they went to the elevator, which goes up to the floor where the medical records office is, which is where I’ve been telling you to go.”
    * * *
    Back in the parking lot, Brendan hurried through the rain. He was empty-handed.
    The medical records office kept confidential patient files for up to six years. He’d filled out all the forms for someone who wanted records but was not a designated representative, though he’d indicated his status as a private investigator.
    In Wyoming.
    It seemed unlikely he’d be given access.
    Russell was in the car, smoking. Brendan slid in, dripping wet. The BMW was still running and very warm. Russell looked him up and down. He wore a thoughtful expression.
    “You know there’s a thing now called the Truman Show Disorder? People feel like they’re in a reality show all of the time. I feel like that. Ever since I stopped by Argon’s place and met you, I feel like there are cameras, and this is all a set-up. Something Argon put everyone up to, just to mess with me.”
    Russell then grew somber, and took a drag. He shot Brendan a look. “You get what you came for?”
    “Argon’s medical records. Maybe. Even if they release them to me it’s going to take ten days or more.”
    Brendan glanced at the clock on the dash. It was five twenty. He’d been in there quite a while. “I’m sorry I took so long.” He lit up a cigarette and dragged deeply on it, hating how much he enjoyed it.
    “Don’t sweat it.” Russell dropped the shifter into drive. He steered them out of the parking lot and back onto Route 100, headed north.
    Brendan sat back. He was suddenly filled with a sense of despair. The sun was gone for the day, and they drove through the dark and rain. Taber had been nervous and vague. Men described to him as federal agents had absconded with Argon’s medical records from the night he’d died. Russell Gide, purportedly Argon’s friend, was emotional and still not to be completely trusted. The news reports were scarce on Argon’s death.
    He thought about the doodles on Argon’s coffee table.
    “Russell,” he said, as they neared Hawthorne.
    “Mmm?”
    “Does the name Philip Largo mean anything to you?”
    “Sure. Largo? You never heard of him?”
    “Maybe.”
    “New York State Assemblyman. They said he was going all the way to Governor. Scandal with a prostitute brought his career to a halt, and he’s since left the legislature.”
    Brendan didn’t say anything at first. He was wondering why Argon would have that name written down.
    “You and Argon talk about him?” Brendan asked.
    Russell glanced over. The streetlights drifted across his features.