I showed up at the hospital to surprise my husband during his shift. But the second one of his coworkers saw me, all the color left his face. Then his eyes filled with tears. “He hasn’t said a word to you, has he?” Ben and I had been married eleven years, and for every one of those years, I had shared him with the hospital. He was a remarkably gifted surgeon.
“And what do you promise him in exchange, Dr.
Walsh?”
“I’ll make sure the licensing board seals the file for good, sparing him any more humiliation or late-night manual labor.”
Walsh took an unhurried sip from his glass, his eyes narrowing a little.
“I know all about Great Lakes Cargo, Brian, the same way I know about every step you take in this city.”
“You’re trying to bribe an honest man into taking the blame for a child’s death that you caused,” I said firmly.
Walsh gave a soft, mocking laugh.
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