Chapter 83 Call Amelia In

The next morning, in the prep room at the municipal hospital, Emily was finishing her last scrub before surgery. She now looked steadier than she had in days, and although she still kept quiet, once she pulled on her surgical gown, her eyes sharpened with focus. That day's case was especially difficult. A young patient in their early 20s had congenital heart disease complicated by an aortic aneurysm. There was no room for error. Down the hallway, a man in a janitor's uniform worked with his head down. He mopped as usual but kept glancing toward the preparation room window. Just then, a young orderly pushed a cart past with trays wrapped in sterile cloth. He then parked the cart and wheeled each set into the preparation room. Everything looked routine. Still, the janitor narrowed his eyes. He recognized the young orderly. He had sticky fingers and a love for gambling. The janitor put the mop down and strolled toward the pantry, using the excuse of getting water to shadow the or