Chapters (21)
- Cover
- Prologue
- 1March 19, 19907:41 A.M.
- 2March 19, 19909:15 A.M.
- 3March 19, 199011:37 A.M.
- 4March 20, 19908:45 A.M.
- 5March 21, 19907:47 A.M.
- 6March 29, 19909:30 A.M.
- 7March 30, 19908:15 A.M.
- 8April 2, 19909:35 A.M.
- 9April 5, 19908:23 A.M.
- 10April 7, 19901:40 P.M.
- 11April 8, 199011:47 A.M.
- 12April 9, 19907:11 A.M.
- 13April 10, 19907:15 A.M.
- 14April 14, 19908:00 A.M.
- 15April 19, 19908:47 A.M.
- 16April 19, 199010:51 P.M.
- 17April 20, 19908:05 A.M.
- Epilogue
- Bibliography
“Circumstantial,” Gustave said. “Personally, I think those two pathologists are letting their forensic imaginations run wild. As they said themselves, there is no concrete proof. They have a ruptured aorta. That certainly is lethal. Probably the heart was in diastole at the moment of impact, so that it was filling when it was shocked into stopping. The only bleeding came from backflow, meaning the blood that was in the aorta itself.”
“Sounds reasonable to me,” Robert said.
“Gustave is probably right,” Marissa agreed, glad to get off the subject. She wasn’t about to bring up her own question regarding the fact that Rebecca had hardly acted depressed in the waiting room.
“Even so,” Marissa continued, “Rebecca’s death makes us even more eager to access the Women’s Clinic’s computer. I’d love to read what’s in her record; what she saw had to contribute to her death.”
“Maybe we could find some whiz-kid hacker over at MIT,” Wendy said. “It would be classic if we could get at their files from off-site.”
“That would be fantastic,” Marissa agreed. “But what’s more realistic is for you and me to sneak in there at night and just use one of the terminals. Someone could do that at the Memorial with only a little creativity.”
“Hold on,” Robert said. “You guys are getting way out of hand. Unauthorized access of someone’s private computer files is considered grand theft in Massachusetts. If you do something crazy like that, you could find yourselves felons.”
Marissa rolled her eyes.
“That’s no joke,” Robert said. “I don’t know what’s in your minds.”
“Wendy and I happen to think this TB salpingitis is extremely significant,” Marissa told him. “We think it ought to be followed up. We seem to be the only ones willing to do it. Sometimes risks have to be taken.”
Gustave cleared his throat. “I’m afraid I’m in agreement with Robert on this one,” he said. “You can’t be serious about breaking into the clinic files. Despite your motivations, it would be a crime nonetheless.”
“The problem is truly one of priorities,” Marissa said. “You men don’t realize how important this issue could be. By following up on it we are being responsible, not the reverse.”
“Maybe we should change the subject,” Wendy suggested.
“I think it should be settled before you women get into serious trouble,” Gustave said.
“Be quiet, Gustave!” Wendy snapped.
“These five cases may be the tip of an iceberg,” Marissa said. “As I’ve already said, it reminds me of the discovery of toxic shock syndrome.”
“That’s not a fair comparison,” Robert said. “It’s not like anyone’s died.”
“Oh yeah?” Marissa challenged. “What about Rebecca Ziegler?”