looking for Emily.”
“Can anyone confirm that?”
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Just then, Alan’s pager buzzed. He checked it and frowned.
“What?” I asked.
“Emily’s CT just uploaded,” he said. “Richard, come with me.”
In the radiology room, the images glowed on the screen. I had been a surgeon for thirty-six years. I knew the human body. I knew what belonged continue reading …