Fairbank’s credentials made the change.” I felt the cold settle all the way through me.

“Print it,” I said.

“The original chart, the altered one, and the audit log with his login on the change.

Bring it down to the ER waiting area, sealed.

I’ll handle everything after that.” There was a pause on the line, and I heard Ignacio weighing it — because pulling those logs outside a sanctioned audit was its own risk to him, a favor that could cost him something real.

“Shannon,” he said quietly, “this is a federal crime you’re describing.” “I know.” “Good,” he said, after a moment.