I’m glad it wasn’t more serious, and I appreciate you looking out for me, Grace. Actually, I was just headed out the door. I only stopped in to check on a few of my patients. I’m not officially back for another week.”
“Well, we can’t wait to have you back with us.”
“How are you doing?”
“I’m good. It’s been busy around here. We’ve been short staffed, so you’ve really been missed. You’re one of the only doctors who’ll roll up his sleeves to pitch in and help out.”
Paul smiled. “I appreciate that.”
Grace took a deep inhale of air. “Did you hear about the Lukas kid?”
“David Lukas?”
She nodded. “Poor little thing died last week. We were all heartbroken. Parents brought him into the emergency room suffering from seizures. He didn’t recover.”
There was a moment of pause as Paul took a deep breath and held it, his eyes closed as he recalled the youngster who had touched the hearts of everyone who knew him. The child had been six years old when he’d first been admitted. His symptoms had mimicked those of influenza, hepatitis and yellow fever. Weeks of testing hadn’t been able to find a cause for his symptoms until Paul and his medical team discovered the child had been away on a tropical holiday twelve months earlier. Paul had ordered another round of tests and little David had been diagnosed with malaria. The rashes, high fevers, anemia and subsequent seizures had been consistent with the disease, but the parasites had been missed in the initial testing due to malaria’s rarity in the United States.
The treatment plan and prescribed drugs Paul had ordered should have had him back to climbing trees and playing games with his little friends. Learning that the child had died felt like a punch to his gut. The antimalarial drugs sold by Lender Pharmaceuticals were used worldwide and Paul had been confident about their capabilities before he’d learned of Lender’s duplicity. Now, that baby was dead, and the guilt was suddenly consuming. Paul no longer had any confidence in any product with the Lender name attached to it.
He opened his eyes and took a second breath. “Did they do an autopsy?”
“The official ruling was complications from pneumonia. I can get you a copy of the autopsy report if you’d like me to.”
“I’d really appreciate that. He was doing better when I left. I need to know what happened.”
“I understand completely. Dr. Hayes was attending when he was admitted. He may be able to answer some of your questions, as well. Would you like me to see if he’s in yet?”
Paul shook his head. “Don’t worry yourself. I’ll run down to the morgue and see what I can find out myself. I appreciate your help, though.”
The iPhone that rested on the woman’s hip suddenly chimed. “Duty calls,” she said as she reached for the device.
Paul smiled. “Don’t let me keep you from your rounds.”
“It was good to see you, Dr. Reilly,” she said as she exited the room to answer the call.
“It was good to see you, too, Grace.”
Paul moved back to the desk to claim his briefcase. He exited the office, locked it behind him and headed down the corridor. Grace had been called into a patient’s room and she waved one last time as he passed by the door.
As he neared the nurses’ station Paul saw them before they saw him. The two men from the night before stood with a hospital administrator, questioning one of the staff members. He made an abrupt turn as he heard them speak his name, asking about his whereabouts. As he made it to the opposite end of the hallway and turned toward the stairs, they spied him, the administrator pointing in his direction.
Without giving it an ounce of thought, Paul took off running, descending three flights of stairs and tearing out a side door, through the emergency room bay, to the car parked in the back lot. As he pulled the vehicle onto the main road, the two men stood outside the hospital building, spinning in circles as they tried to figure out where he’d disappeared to. Paul kept driving, not bothering to give a second look behind him.
Simone stepped out of the bathroom. She was drying her damp hair with a thin white towel. Her brother was on his phone, texting intently as he sat waiting for her.
“Where’s Paul?” she questioned as she moved to the window. She pushed the drapes aside to peer out at the parking lot.
“Hospital,” Mingus answered, never lifting his eyes from his cell phone screen.
She blinked. “Why didn’t you stop him?”
“Why didn’t you?”
She winced, her hands falling to her hips. “If I’d known he planned to leave, I would have.”
Her brother shrugged his broad shoulders, his gaze still focused on his phone. “He said he had patients to see.”
“And you didn’t think that might be a problem?”
“Should it be?”
“Uhhh, maybe? Or did you forget someone was shooting at us last night?” she quipped.
Mingus finally lifted his eyes to give her a quick look. “It’s doubtful anyone will take a shot at him in broad daylight,” he said.
“And you know this how?”
“I don’t really. It’s just a hunch,” Mingus said as he slid his cell phone into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. He changed the subject. “You need to finish getting dressed. We need to meet your boyfriend in forty-five minutes.”
“Meet him where?”
“You sure do ask a lot of questions, Simone! Can you just get ready to leave, please?”
“I ask questions because I need answers and you’re not telling me anything.”
Mingus blew air past his full lips. “You two need to get out of Chicago. I don’t know where you’re going, and it’s best no one knows, but I trust Paul is going to keep you safe. Now, let’s get moving, please. You need to call your job so they’re not looking for you. And, you need to call our mother. Tell her Paul is taking you away for a few days to reconcile. I’m sure she’ll be very excited! Throw something in there about grandbabies and she won’t worry about you for at least a month!”
A wave of panic hit Simone like a gut punch to her midsection. She and Paul were leaving Chicago and the uncertainty of what lay ahead for them suddenly felt daunting. She had a lengthy list of what-ifs and no sustainable answers about the future filling her head and she knew it showed in the angst-filled expression on her face. Her brother picking at her didn’t help the situation.
“Talk about planning a wedding and that might buy you two months of freedom from parental interference,” Mingus was saying.
Simone’s lips twisted and turned, her face burning hot with annoyance. She shook her index finger at her brother. “I really
