Chapters (43)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Acknowledgements
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Epilogue
“We haven’t,” Rajish admitted. “I’ve spoken yet again at length with the chief of the medical staff. We still believe the most likely culprit is one of the academic doctors who also have admitting privileges here for their relatively few private patients. We know some of them are rabidly against the government’s granting us the incentives and tax breaks it has at the expense of adequately funding the control of communicable diseases in rural areas. What he’s doing now is trying to see if any of the most outspoken ones were here in the hospital both Monday night and last night.”
“What does he say about the deaths themselves?” Ramesh grumbled. “Two in two nights is intolerable. What are you people doing wrong? With CNN beaconing these fatalities around the world seven or eight times a day, you have essentially negated six months of our ad campaign, especially in America, our biggest target.”
“I asked him the same question. He’s entirely baffled. Neither patient had warning symptoms or signs, either from their home doctors or during our admitting tests.”
“Did they have cardiograms here preoperatively?”
“Yes, of course they had cardiograms, and both arrived with clean reports from American cardiologists. Our chief of the medical staff said that even in retrospect there would have been no way to predict what happened. Both surgeries and postoperative courses were without incident.”
“What about the problem with the Hernandez girl? Has that at least been taken care of?”
“I’m afraid not,” Rajish admitted. “She’s not decided on the disposition of the body, and she now has begun talking about possibly wanting an autopsy done.”
“Why?”
“We’re not entirely certain other than her belief that her grandmother’s heart was in fine shape.”
“I don’t want an autopsy,” Ramesh stated categorically. “There’s no way it could help us. If the autopsy were to be clean, they wouldn’t use it to exonerate us because there’s no story, and if the autopsy shows pathology we should have known about, they would crucify us. No, there is to be no autopsy.”
“To complicate things, Ms. Hernandez has apparently contacted a former client of the deceased, and she and her husband, both of whom are forensic pathologists, are on their way and will be in Delhi on Friday.”
“Good grief,” Ramesh said. “Well, if they make formal application for an autopsy, make sure it is taken by one of the magistrates we are accustomed to dealing with.”
“I’ll do my best,” Rajish said. “But perhaps with your connections you might question whether we want them here at all.”
“I would need more warning. Otherwise, they get stopped only at the airport, and that, in and of itself, could cause a media problem if it gets associated with the already notorious private hospital deaths reported by CNN. A free media is such a bore, and they love these gossipy-type stories.”