they wanted, it was a fight they would get. She picked up the phone and paged Eli Blankenship. Within a minute he returned her call.
'Dr. Blankenship,' she said. 'I don't know exactly who I'm supposed to talk to, or what I'm supposed to do, but I'd like to meet with you as soon as possible. I think I'm about to be sued.'
CHAPTER 17
July 20
Sarah was certain that at times in her life she must have felt as conspicuous and ill-at-ease as she did tonight, but she could not remember when. The Milsap Board Room at MCB was long and fairly narrow, with a plush Oriental carpet, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, and a massive walnut table surrounded by twenty high-backed oxblood leather chairs. Although Sarah had never actually seen the room before, she had heard about it, mostly through doctors' litanies of the medical equipment that Glenn Paris elected not to purchase so that it might be built.
Five men-Paris, Drs. Snyder and Blankenship, chief financial officer Colin Smith, and a prissy attorney named Arnold Hayden-sat at one end of the table, sipping drinks from a mirrored wet bar and chatting amicably. Sarah paced at the other end, alternately gazing out at the sheets of windblown rain and checking her watch.
Several days before, a letter from attorney Jeremy Mallon to Sarah's insurance carrier, the Mutual Medical Protective Organization, had made it official. Sarah was being sued for malpractice by Lisa Grayson. Two days after that, the claims adjuster at the MMPO assigned an attorney named Matthew Daniels to her case. The meeting tonight had been requested by him.
Sarah had spoken with her new attorney by phone for almost an hour, but had come away from that conversation with little sense of the man other than that he was southern and most economical with his words. The hazy image she had formed of him sprang more, she suspected, from the balding, potbellied, perspiring Hollywood stereotype than from anything Daniels actually said.
'Sarah,' Paris called out, 'come on down here and have a glass of this Chablis. We're all getting nervous just watching you stalk around over there.'
Sarah hesitated, then took the path of least resistance and accepted the offer. Paris, like the two department heads, had been cordial enough toward her since the news of her suit, but she could tell that each of them had doubts.
'I wonder why this Daniels wanted us to get together here at the hospital and not at his office,' Arnold Hayden blustered. 'Irregular. Highly irregular.'
'Arnold, have you ever heard of him?' Smith asked.
'No. I started doing some checking, but I haven't gotten too far. He's an Essex Law grad.'
'Not exactly Harvard.'
'Not exactly law school,' Hayden corrected snidely. 'His firm is Daniels, Hannigan and Goldstein. I've never heard of them, but I have someone making inquiries.'
'I'm certain the insurance company wouldn't assign someone to my case who wasn't good,' Sarah said. 'It's their money. Besides, I don't think it will take any Clarence Darrow to prove that I'm not guilty of malpractice. All Mallon has to base his case on is that the three women happened to have taken my supplement. We can produce many others who also took it and had perfectly normal deliveries.'
'True,' Blankenship said. 'What we really need to close the circle, though, is a case of DIC like the others, but in a woman who never took anything other than standard prenatal vitamins.'
'Of rather be found guilty than have another woman go through that,' Sarah said.
'Of course. Of course. It goes without saying that we all feel that way. But if such a case does occur-or has occurred somewhere-it would certainly take you and your mixture right out of the loop, as it were.'
Sarah checked the time and began pacing again. Matthew Daniels was already five minutes late. His arrival would bring the group to two attorneys, two medical professors, two hospital executives, and her. Being the only woman in the group was more or less neutralized by her status as an M.D. But nothing offset her dismay at being the accused. In truth, she couldn't have been more out of place had she accidentally crashed an exclusive fraternity induction ceremony. The whole evening would have been significantly easier to handle had Rosa Suarez agreed to come. But the epidemiologist had begged off, stating that it would be best for her to stay removed from hospital politics and personalities.
Since her arrival on the scene, Suarez seemed to have been living at MCB. Sarah had seen her at all hours, measuring off corridors with blueprints in her hand, lost behind a wall of tomes in the library, making notes in the record room, or talking to staff. She had interviewed Sarah at length early in her investigation and briefly a number of times since. Although Suarez was reluctant to speak of anything not germane to her mission, she did share that she had a husband, Alberto, back in Georgia, and that she had no family or friends in Boston. Sarah had responded with an invitation to dinner, but the woman politely declined. Her manner was soft-spoken and certainly not aggressive, but Sarah had no difficulty discerning her intelligence and determination.
'Sarah,' Paris said, 'did you put together this list of the ingredients in your vitamins?'
'The list yes, the explanation of each component, no. Rosa Suarez did that. She plans to expand on the information when she has a chance to do the research.'
'Does she now. What a little beaver that woman is. I only wish she would keep me better informed about what's going on. I have the feeling she doesn't like me very much, although I'll be damned if I know why. I gave her essentially free run of the hospital. Do we know if she's gotten anywhere?'
'She's borrowed one of my technicians and is setting up a spare lab of mine to do some cultures,' Blankenship said. 'Sarah, I agree with Glenn. Mrs. Suarez is exceedingly capable. But she's also very secretive. I do suspect, though, that somehow or other she is going to get to the bottom of all this.'
'Which would make both this meeting and your tardy attorney moot,' Paris added.
'Late to his own meeting.' Arnold Hayden clucked. 'Irregular. Highly irreg-'
As if on cue, the door to the Milsap Room opened and Matt Daniels backed in, shaking off his umbrella and his trench coat in the hallway. The moment he turned around, Sarah was pleased to acknowledge that her projection of him could not have been much farther off target. He was tall and well built, with a rugged, weathered face. He was also soaked.
'Daniels, Matt Daniels,' he said, pawing at his forehead and dark hair with a handkerchief even more sodden than he was. 'Sorry I'm late. I had a flat. My own damn fault, too. I did enough dumb things today to bring a curse on the Pope.'
His drawl was unmistakable, though not nearly as pronounced as Sarah remembered. The initial vibrations she was receiving were all positive, especially those that were telling her he was ingenuous enough to be almost as out of place in this gathering as she was. He moved to shake hands with the man closest to him, who happened to be Randall Snyder. But then, when it was apparent that the OB chief preferred to stay dry, he backed off and simply nodded.
Irregular, Sarah thought, pleased. Highly irregular.
Daniels circled to an empty seat, slid his briefcase onto the table, and wiped it dry with the sleeve of his sport coat. If he was aware of the expressions of amusement and disbelief on the faces of the other five men, he certainly did not show it.
'Mr. Daniels, I'm Sarah Baldwin,' she said, extending her hand, which felt lost in his.
'Matt,' he said. 'Matt'll do fine.'
She introduced the five to him, but blanked out on Arnold Hayden's name.
'Well, I'd like to apologize again, and thank you all for coming out on such a night,' Daniels began, after Hayden had somewhat irritably filled in Sarah's blank. 'Our adversary in this case is a lawyer named Jeremy Mallon. I decided to set up this meeting after I spoke with him earlier today. As you'll hear, he certainly seems intent on moving things along.'
No comment at all on his opponent. Sarah noted the MCB men exchanging glances and had no trouble
