She pointed above the reception desk.
Carved into the dark stone, beneath the great gold anchor, were six words.
Every patient, every time, without exception.
Greiss looked at the wall for a long time.
“You are relieved as chief of pediatrics, effective now,” Roark said. “A review board will decide whether you keep your privileges. Your badge goes to Officer Hutchins.”
The old man’s hand moved slowly.
He unclipped the card and placed it in the guard’s palm.
Hutchins did not meet his eyes.
“Dr. Brandt,” Roark said. “Your phone.”
He gave it to her.
She handed it to Hale.
“Evidence. Then it is deleted.”
Brandt’s face was gray.
“Captain, may I—”
“Say it to her, not me.”
He turned.
Lauren stood at the front desk with a cold pack against her lip.
Her scrubs were stained.
Her dark hair had fallen loose.
She looked tired and small.
