Marge cursed and began at the beginning of the R section, figuring the folder had been misfiled. After her third time through the R’s and finding nothing, Marge started on the other colors. It was a lost cause, something that couldn’t be done in fifteen minutes, let alone five. A moment later, Grace walked through the doors.

“I’m sorry, Detective, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Grace, I need your help.”

“Detective—”

“I couldn’t find Sondra Roberts’s file under the blue dots. Can you look elsewhere for me…just to let me know it’s here?”

“Of course it’s here.”

“Then find it for me. You do that, I’ll play by your rules.”

Grace sighed. “Have a seat.”

“Thank you very much.” Marge sat down at the desk and watched the tiny woman tiptoe over to the blue-dot section. Marge had told her the file wasn’t there but didn’t feel insulted by the rechecking. Best thing to do was let Grace discover the absence with her own eyes. A minute later, the tiny woman quietly shut the file drawer, a disturbed expression on her face. She started in on a bank of red-dotted files.

“These are our current employees. Maybe someone neglected to pull her file.” A sigh. “That someone would be me, of course.”

“Mistakes happen.”

“I’ve worked here for fifteen years. I should know better.”

Marge didn’t answer. A minute later, Grace closed the red-dotted drawers.

“It’s not there, is it?” said Marge.

“I just don’t understand. Maybe I filed it in the nonmedical employees’ file.”

“Who specifically is contained in the blue-dotted folders?”

“Former nurses only. We keep the nurses separate so we can get to the registry if we need help on a temporary basis. Wait a moment. I’ll try looking up…”

After twenty minutes, Grace had flipped through every color of the rainbow. She leaned against the wall and folded her arms in exasperation. “It has to be here. It’s simply lost in the shuffle.”

“Maybe someone took it.”

“I just don’t know….”

Leek stuck his head in the door. “Sarah told me you were still here, Detective. I’ll keep an eye out for Marie.” He paused. “Everything okay, Grace? You look upset.”

“Leek, do you remember Tandy Roberts?” Grace asked.

The color drained from Leek’s face. “Sure, I remember her.”

“Her file’s gone.”

Marge said, “What do you know about it, Leek?”

Leek pointed to himself. “Me?”

“Yes, you, Mr. Innocent. You look like you drank chalk. Want to tell me about it?”

“There’s nothing to tell.” Leek looked at his feet, then at the ceiling. “I know Tandy. I see her all the time.”

Marge stood. “Where?”