Chapter 4 - A Ghost from Medical Past
The hospital administrator’s office at St. Ambrose seemed miles away, but the memory of Grant Allison’s voice still haunted Willa’s waking hours.
She walked over to the tall bay window overlooking the frozen gardens of the Kane estate, trying to steady her racing pulse.
Dr. Alan Whitfield was not just a negligent private physician; he was the exact instrument Grant Allison had used to destroy her professional life.
Three years ago, Willa had caught Whitfield falsifying controlled substance logs in the intensive care unit to cover his own illegal prescription habits.
Instead of addressing the corruption, the hospital board protected their star surgeon and pinned Harold Fisk’s fatal overdose directly onto Willa’s license.
Now, the exact same man was administering unknown, unlabeled chemical cocktails to Chicago’s most dangerous underworld kingpin in secret.
“You thought you buried me in medical debt and professional ruin, Alan,” Willa murmured, watching a distant crow land on a frozen oak branch.
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She picked up her pen, adding a detailed annotation to her notebook regarding the specific physical properties of the clear vial Whitfield used.
The web of deceit connecting St. Ambrose Hospital to the Kane empire was vast, but Willa was finally holding the loose thread.
