And if she could find the chance without being too obvious, she wanted to talk to Maggie about the keys.
She was at the crosstown bus stop by eight-thirty the next day and at the clinic by just after nine. After nodding hello to the receptionist, Lake made her way down the main corridor of the clinic. As she passed by the empty nurses’ station, her eyes found the top drawer of Maggie’s desk, and she fought the urge to stop and open it.
“You’re in early today,” a voice said behind her as she plopped her bags down on the small conference room table. She spun around to find Rory standing behind her. Great, she thought. She didn’t want to appear to be acting out of the ordinary.
“I have an appointment in midtown later,” Lake said, “and I thought I’d swing by here first.”
“Did you have a nice weekend, Lake?”
“Um, yes-it was good to get a chance to just decompress. How are you feeling?”
“Better, I guess,” Rory said, though to Lake she looked tired. There were small bluish circles in the pale skin under her eyes. “I’m just trying to make sure the stress doesn’t affect my baby in any way.”
“That’s so important. I haven’t even thought to ask you-do you know what you’re having?”
“A boy,” she said, cupping her round belly with one hand. “I’m so happy.”
“That’s wonderful-congratulations.”
“I read that couples who have a boy are more likely to stay together,” Rory said. “Because men secretly want boys.”
“I’ve never heard that,” Lake said. “But I could see where it might be true. I guess you could call it the Henry the Eighth factor.”
The last comment seemed to fly over Rory’s head. She looked off to the side, her brow furrowed in concentration.
“I hope it’s true,” Rory said. “It’s so important for kids to grow up in a stable home. Don’t you think so?”
Had Lake never mentioned to Rory that she was separated? she wondered. On any other day the comment, however naive, might have rattled her, but Lake was already too rattled to care.
“Well, I think you just do the best job you can,” Lake said.
“What a perfect way of putting it,” Rory said smiling and turning to leave. “Have a good day.”
As soon as Rory was gone, Lake slipped out of the conference room and zigzagged along the short corridors toward the storage room at the back of the clinic. When she glanced down the hall that shot off toward the OR, she saw a cluster of four people in blue scrubs and hair caps-Sherman, she thought, and Hoss, too-but they were too engrossed in conversation to notice her.
Once inside the storage room, she eased the door closed behind her and tugged open the drawer where she’d discovered the Archer file. It wasn’t there. Hardly surprising, she thought. Levin didn’t want her to see it and so he hadn’t put it back.
In case he’d simply relocated the file, she rifled through the rest of the drawers, but there was no sign of it. She realized that the file was probably tucked away in Levin’s office. Would she dare sneak in there and search for it?
And then she realized she didn’t have to. She’d more than likely be able to find the article online by searching the reporter’s name-she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of this sooner. She hurried back to the conference room and turned on her laptop. She Googled Archer’s name and the titles of six or seven articles popped up. They all seemed to be meaty investigative articles, published in a variety of magazines. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one had been in the file Levin had grabbed from her: “Brave New World: Behind the Closed Doors of Fertility Clinics.” She clicked the link to it.
She’d only gotten through the first paragraph when she caught a glimpse of Maggie’s black curly hair bouncing past the doorway. Recognizing that this might be her only opportunity to talk to her alone, Lake lowered the lid on her computer so that the screen wasn’t visible and followed Maggie down the hall.
“Hey, Maggie,” she called out quietly as the nurse entered the empty kitchenette. Maggie turned around, and Lake was startled to see how drained her face was.
“Hi,” Maggie said listlessly.
“Listen, I heard about the keys,” Lake said quietly. “It must be so upsetting.”
“I shouldn’t have ever left them in the drawer,” Maggie whispered plaintively, clearly glad to have a confidante. “Do you know what this
“But it’s not your fault. Plus, it doesn’t necessarily mean that-”
“I can’t really talk now-Dr. Sherman is waiting for me.”
“Do you want to meet for coffee after work?” Lake asked.
“Tonight’s not good. But I could meet you for lunch, I guess. My break is at twelve-thirty. I always go to the coffee shop over on Lex and Eighty-first.”
After agreeing to meet Maggie there, Lake hurried back through the labyrinth of corridors. She nearly collided with Brie as she once again entered the small conference room. Brie was obviously just leaving.
“Good morning,” Lake said, trying to sound friendly.
“Hello,” Brie said coolly. Her lips, painted a glossy plum color today, barely moved as she spoke, and Lake noticed that the tip of her nose was pink, as if flushed with blood. “Are you going to be in here all morning? We really need to use this room later.”
“I’m leaving shortly,” Lake said. “And I’m always happy to work my schedule around the clinic’s.”
“I actually thought you were going to be
“As Dr. Levin knows, I’m exactly on schedule.”
Brie just stared at her for a moment and then walked briskly from the room. Lake shook off the encounter and sat down. Immediately she could see that there was something different about her laptop. She’d left the lid only partly lowered, but now it was completely closed.
Brie had been snooping. And she’d clearly seen what Lake had been looking at.
12
WAS THIS MORE than simple nosiness on Brie’s part? Lake wondered. Lake knew Brie was a control freak and rigidly protective of the clinic, but maybe it had gone beyond that. If Levin was the killer and suspected Lake knew something, he might have asked Brie to keep an eye on her. And now Brie would report back on what Lake had been up to.
Though she was desperate to read the article, she didn’t dare do it here. She needed to find a cafe with wireless and read it there. And then at twelve-thirty she would meet Maggie.
After stuffing the laptop into her tote bag, Lake zigzagged back to the front of the clinic. Today, every door seemed to be closed. From inside one of the examination rooms she heard low moaning, followed by a choked scream of anguish. She’d heard how uncomfortable some of the procedures could be-such as when they filled the uterus with a solution to better examine it during X-rays.
Passing Levin’s office, she held her breath, wondering if Brie was in there now, tattling on her. Suddenly the door swung open. Levin was standing in the doorway, not with Brie but with a striking girl who looked to be nineteen or twenty. Her long straight hair was the color of butter and her face was tanned. Levin extended a hand, palm side up, indicating the front of the clinic.
“Reception is just around the corner to the left,” he told the girl, his charm fully on. “We’ll see you Monday, then.”
The girl bit her lip and shrugged, as if she wasn’t sure.
“Okay,” was all she said. Her flip-flops slapped on the carpet as she headed down the hallway.
“Oh, you’re here already,” Levin said, spotting Lake. “Have you got a minute? I’d like to speak to you.”
“Of course,” she said, an alarm going off in her head. His tone seemed crisper than usual. When she stepped into his office, she found Hoss standing in the room, dressed in a sleeveless blue dress, sans lab coat.
As Levin opened his mouth to speak, Brie stuck her head in the door. The sight of her made Lake’s heart
