“Say that again,” I requested, hoping I was only suffering stress hallucinations. “Dr. Randolph was the chair of the HMO’s appeals review board that denied the heart transplant for Mr. Jobloski after Dr. Trusdale’s surgery caused the staph infection that traveled to his heart. He voted against the transplant.” “So, like, there’s a connection between Dr. Trusdale and Dr. Randolph on the Jobloski case?” Even as I said that, I thought, Like, no duh, girl, get it together. I should probably start actually sleeping again, I cautioned myself. Then a couple more eggs went splat. “Mierda, it’s the same HMO. I mean,” I said, “Dr. Randolph was on the board of the same HMO that denied the heart transplant, and that’s the same HMO for Dr. Trusdale’s bum-knee guy and that paid Dr. Randolph financial incentives not to perform surgeries, like say, a cesarian on the veg... the brain-damaged baby’s mother.” Sam nodded. “We are definitely taking another look at the missing Mrs.
