She looked as though she’d been struck. “You would send your own mother to prison?”

“I’m stopping the person who tried to steal my son, hid his death, and left his mother to live under a bridge with one leg.”

Katie turned to the board for help, but every one of them stared down at the table. She had run the clinic for forty years, handing out jobs and favors; many of them owed her their careers.

It didn’t matter. The evidence was too much.

Alistair called for a vote to remove her. Every hand in the room went up.

“You’re off the board, effective now,” he said.