Chapter 5 - THE NURSE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
Vivien had never wanted to be involved in a mafia family's secrets.
She wanted sleep.
A functioning IV cart.
And enough money to help her mother replace the roof before winter.
Instead, she found herself being questioned by hospital administrators about the man she'd saved.
Dr. Leonard Price, the hospital's chief medical officer, called her into his office.
“Vivien, we need to discuss your conduct.”
She sat.
“What conduct?”
“Your involvement with the patient in room 412.”
“I entered because the system listed it as vacant.”
“And afterward?”
“I found another patient in the stairwell.”
Price folded his hands.
“You've had repeated contact with Mr. Morello.”
Vivien frowned.
“Only when necessary.”
Price studied her.
“Do you know who he is?”
“Yes.”
“Then you understand why the hospital needs discretion.”
Vivien looked at him.
“Discretion doesn't mean ignoring a medical emergency.”
His expression hardened.
“No one said it did.”
When she left the office, Meredith was waiting.
“Trouble?”
Vivien didn't answer.
Meredith smiled thinly.
“You should learn when to stay in your lane.”
That night, Vivien discovered something disturbing.
The electronic record for room 412 had been altered.
The room had been marked vacant at the exact time Dante was occupying it.
Then the entry had been changed again after Gabriel's collapse.
Vivien checked the audit history available to her.
The modification was associated with an administrative account.
Not nursing.
Not admissions.
Administrative.
She printed the relevant audit reference through the approved reporting process and contacted the hospital's compliance department.
She didn't accuse anyone.
She simply reported the discrepancy.
Two hours later, someone slipped a note beneath her locker.
STOP ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT ROOM 412.
Vivien stared.
Then took a photograph.
And called hospital security.
Across the city, Dante received a message from Roman.
“Boss. We have a problem.”
Dante looked up.
“What?”
Roman hesitated.
“Someone inside St. Ambrose is trying to frighten Vivien Cross.”
Dante's expression went cold.
“Who?”
“We don't know.”
May you like
Dante stood.
“Then we find out.”
