I pushed the door open and saw, standing beside the bed, a young man probably in his 20s, fully suited, holding up a bag of supplements and trying to give them to the housekeeper, who was refusing to take them. On the bed, Harrison frowned and told the housekeeper to get rid of him-he didn't want whatever the man was offering. When the door opened, everyone looked my way.

The housekeeper bustled over. "Mrs. Monroe, this gentleman says he was sent by Mr. Alexander Kinsey to deliver some supplements for Mr. Jayston, but he refuses to accept them. He's telling me to make him leave, but this gentleman says he...