Grasping tightly the paper stuffed folder, she looked out the window of the private jet at the cool blue Mediterranean. The doctor had demurred that it was a nervous tick from early childhood that afflicted his left eye, making it wink so often. She now felt supremely confident she held the only copy of the official story of her husband's last days.

Would she have been so gullible if the doctor's nose had been growing as he spoke the words which now gave her so much confidence?