The tech's name was Marta Osei. She had been a CT tech at Bellhaven for eleven years and had been named, four times in the last two years, in incident reports that had gone nowhere because a read is a read and a tech is a tech and the doctor who signs off is the one who carries the blame.
I found her on a Tuesday afternoon in the basement break room, which is where everyone ends up eventually. She had a sandwich and a paperback and the look of a woman who has been waiting a long time for someone to ask.
I did not mention the sixteen. I did not mention Thorne. I asked her about the Ostrand read, the one from three months ago, and I watched her put the sandwich down.
"You were the one who caught that," she said.
"I was."
She looked at me for a long moment. "I have been saying the same t
