III
255 Words
IIIIN BETWEEN OUR TALKS, I had access to all their electronic reports, and all the medical files on the patients. Mainly because I was authorized by the CDC to snoop anywhere I needed to. This meant their families and their family's lawyers were all purposely kept out of the loop. Privacy be damned if you knew you had a plague that could cripple civilization starting with everyone around you.
Of course, they made me sign huge stacks of non-disclosure agreements and bonds that would keep me in hock for the rest of my life, if not in prison.
The money was good, so I took it. All untraceable cash, but I told you that already. And I already made plans to disappear after this, since more than likely they'd make me disappear permanent-like, otherwise.
All those electronic reports didn't give me much besides headaches. I was going over them for the fourth time. It wasn't adding up.
Sure, you had the babies that didn't get sick. But only when these student nurses and their barely graduated head nurse broke quarantine to take over was when the patients started getting better.
All I knew is that whatever they were doing wasn't in these reports.
They were keeping something from me. But so were the people who hired me.
My daily half-hour was coming up. Just enough time to get into that damned hazmat suit again and go through decontamination just to get into the interview cubicle.
Maybe this time, I'd get something I could use. Like my gramma used to say, "Hope springs eternal."
Whatever.
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