CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The nurse came in and over to my heart monitor, which was beeping. She spoke to Trish, “You’re upsetting our patient. You need to leave.”
“No, please,” I begged. “Trish can’t go. I need to know what’s going on. If I can help, I will.”
Trish stood her ground. “This is an ongoing FBI investigation. Every minute is important. I have permission to ask her questions.” She produced a paper from a folder that was in the briefcase she had on the floor. “Her doctor and the hospital administrator approved my request.”
“As long as the questions you ask don’t further harm the patient, you can ask them,” the nurse said strictly. “I know that’s written on the consent form you signed. If I have to come back in here, you’ll have to go back and get more papers to regain access to Ms. R
