“Not necessarily. I’m just, you know, covering the bases. I looked him up on LinkedIn, and his professional history is a little spotty. But listen to this—he and Vanessa started seeing each other over the summer. She didn’t tell anyone about it because—of course—he’s married. But one of her friends figured it out.”

“How?”

“She saw them leaving work together several times. This was in June, which lines up with when Tiffany said she mentioned someone new but wouldn’t tell her his name. I think maybe they broke up over the summer and that’s when things went sideways.”

“How do you know things went sideways?”

“According to Tiffany, one of their friends saw—”

“All this is hearsay, you know. Did you actually talk to any of these supposed witnesses?”

Irritation sparked in her eyes. “No, because I’m butting out, remember? But you can talk to them now that I’m giving you this lead.”

He watched her, trying to tamp down his temper. She wasn’t butting out at all—she was doing the exact opposite. After everything he’d said, and everything that had happened, she was still sniffing around his case.

“As I was saying, these two friends saw them arguing in his car once in the parking lot. This was on their lunch hour sometime in June.” She waited a beat. “June. Which is interesting timing, don’t you think?”

“Why?”

“Well . . . because that’s the same month her car was broken into. And she moved and started subletting her apartment. And then she got a new phone number. And then—”

“Wait.” He held up a hand. “You’re saying you think this doctor was, what, harassing her all summer?”

“That’s what it looks like to me.”

“All based on some workplace gossip?”

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “What’s wrong with workplace gossip? This is a solid lead.” She reached for the laptop on the table. “You need to check into it. I mean, look at this guy. Look at his work history.”

Brandon didn’t move—he just looked at her. She turned the computer to face him, showing him a social media profile.

“Look.”

Brandon leaned closer and scanned the screen, scrolling down to the part that showed the man’s employment history. He skimmed the page and sighed.

“Okay, what about it?”

“He’s jumped around. Tampa, then Dallas, and now Austin. He’s worked for three different clinics in ten years. And he’s been married multiple times, too.”

“Where’d you get that?”

“Asking around.”

Frustration swelled in his chest. “Leigh. I swear to God—”

“This is a good lead, Brandon. Stop focusing on the messenger and think about the message.” She gestured toward her laptop. “I mean, look at this objectively. Vanessa was having an affair—”

“You don’t know that for sure.”