“What about Benfatti’s computerized medical record?” Santana asked. Since Samira hadn’t yet mentioned it, Santana was afraid she’d forgotten. She needed the history to make the story more personal for TV.

By leaning back against the couch and straightening her body out, Samira was able to reach into her pocket and pull out the USB storage device, similar to the one Veena had provided Cal with the evening before. She then flipped it in Santana’s direction.

Santana snatched the storage device out of the air like a hockey goalie, hefted it as if she could tell whether or not it contained the data, then stood up. “I want to get this story filed with CNN. I’ve already given them a teaser about it, and they are waiting anxiously. My contact assures me it’s going right out on the air.” While the people who had been sitting next to her on the couch raised their legs, Santana worked her way from behind the coffee table and started for her office.

“I do have one suggestion,” Samira offered after Santana had departed. “I think we should get our own succinylcholine. Sneaking into the OR is the weakest link in the plan. It’s the only place in the hospital where we don’t belong, and if any of us were to be discovered, there would be no way for us to explain.”

“How easy would it be for us to get the drug?” Durell asked.

“With money, it’s easy to get any drug in India,” Samira said.

“It sounds like a no-brainer to me,” Petra said to Cal.

Cal nodded in agreement and looked over at Durell. “See what you can do!”

“No problem,” Durell said.

Cal couldn’t have been more pleased. The new strategy was working, and everyone was on board, even offering suggestions. He couldn’t help thinking that starting the scheme with Veena had been brilliant, despite the suicide scare. Just a few days before, he’d been afraid to talk with Raymond Housman, but now Cal couldn’t wait. Nurses International was beginning to pay off, which he couldn’t have been more pleased about, even if it wasn’t in the way he’d expected. But who cared, Cal thought. It was the results that counted, not the method.

“Hey, who wants to see more of the movie?” Cal called out, waving the remote above his head.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

OCTOBER 16, 2007
TUESDAY, 11:02 P.M.
NEW DELHI, INDIA

The wheels of the wide-body jet hit hard as they touched down on the tarmac of the Indira Gandhi International Airport and jolted Jennifer awake. She’d been awakened twenty minutes earlier by one of the cabin attendants to raise the back of her seat as the plane had started its initial descent, but she’d fallen back asleep. The cruel irony was that during most of the final leg, she’d not been able to sleep until the last hour.