Part 3 – Why He Really Took The Job
He had been building to this for four months.
Since the afternoon he had sat in a hospital corridor three floors below a room where a man named Carlton Vale lay dying of what the attending physicians described as a rapid-onset cardiac event, and Evan had looked at the chart and thought: something is wrong with these numbers.
He had been a pediatric trauma nurse then. He was not supposed to be looking at adult cardiology charts.
But he had looked anyway.
He thought about what he saw for three months before he resigned. Then for another month before he answered a job listing for a babysitter in the Vale household — a listing, he later discovered, that Marcus had posted and personally vetted applications for, looking for someone naive and unobservant.
Marcus had made a mistake with Evan Hart.
He was not naive. And he was not unobservant.
"Four months ago," Evan said, addressing Danielle, "I was a nurse at Mercy General. I was present on the floor the night your husband died."
The room went the kind of silent that rooms go when something very large is about to happen.
"I had concerns about his chart that I was told were outside my area of care," Evan continued. "I was overruled. I resigned." He looked at Marcus. "I took this job because I needed to understand whether my concerns were correct."
Marcus's hand dropped from his mouth.
"You're lying," he said.
"I'm not."
"You can't prove—"
"I can. Not alone. But I'm not alone."
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He reached into his bag for the third time.
Removed a phone. Placed it on the tray beside the beetle.
