Vincent POV
The note came across Rowan’s tablet while I was still awake at the edge of the papers on my desk. A possible match for the masked clinician had scheduled outreach at the Moonclaw Tribe for one week.
He’d pulled the parking-lot footage as far as the lot cameras allowed and cross-checked timestamps. The trace showed a vehicle leaving the university lot not long after the time my daughter had been dropped off.
“Run a full background,” I told Rowan without hesitation. “Not a paperwork sweep, a proper file. People, past employers, medical licenses, travel manifests, any supplier orders tied to obscure needles or silver supplies. Pull lists of clinicians who’ve done quiet pediatrics for private clients in the last twelve months. Compare gait and height, then pattern-match to know
