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Chapters (66)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraphs
  5. Contents
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. The Boston Globe
  64. Also by Michael Palmer
  65. About the Author
  66. Copyright

“I’m very sorry about that, but I wasn’t expecting to be on a med flight to Atlanta. And as far as our reputation goes, everyone I spoke to when I stopped back at the conference, and I do mean everyone, was absolutely understanding of the circumstance. Nobody felt that hearing your speech would have altered the result of the election. One of them said they were sure that next year you would win. The only concern anyone expressed was for Cap’s well-being.”

“He shouldn’t have been there in the first place. My primary obligation is to this organization, and, in my professional opinion you demonstrated a considerable lack of foresight with your actions. Now you’re hurting us again by demanding time off that you simply don’t have coming to you. Lack of foresight, lack of perspective, lack of loyalty, lack of solid judgment. Tell me when to stop.”

“Walter, the only measure by which I should be judged is my ability to reinstate licenses suspended by the board of medicine and if you measure me by that benchmark I’m the best we ever had here.”

“We’ll, since I’m the boss, I guess I get to decide which benchmarks matter most.”

“Jesus, Walter.”

Filstrup busied himself with his computer, while Lou, still dumbfounded and flushed, stood by with nothing to do but watch. When the psychiatrist finally looked up, his expression was one of utter triumph.

“I just informed Mrs. Peterbee of your termination,” he said. “She’ll take care of all of your exit paperwork. Thank you for your service, Dr. Welcome, but as of this moment, those services are no longer required. If you need a reference, I’ll be happy to provide one.”

“Well, that makes me feel so much better, thanks.”

“I hope you don’t take this personally.”

“When you come up with another way for me to take it, just let me know.”

“Please understand I have to do what’s best for the PWO.”

There was an intense buzzing in Lou’s ears. His fists clenched and loosened rhythmically. If only they were in the ring. Or perhaps he could just pretend they were, and flatten the pompous ass’s nose across his face. He loved his job and had always taken pride in doing it well. Plus he certainly needed the income. Now he’d been terminated. The entire situation felt surreal.

And worst of all, the one person he most needed to turn to was lying in a hospital bed more than six hundred miles away, sick enough so that the president of the hospital had sent for Lou.