I’M ABOUT TO KNOCK on the frosted glass door that has the nameplate “Dr. Martin Maycord, Chief, Trauma Unit,” when I hear his raised voice say, “Listen, I know what our agreement is.”
He’s obviously on the phone. Not wanting to interrupt him, I wait for him to finish. I try not to listen, but I can clearly hear him say to someone, “It was a mistake, all right. No, don’t you do anything else. I’ll find it myself.” There’s a pause, then he says, “Yes, I’m going to send the money. Yes, I know it's $15,000. Just stay where you are, do your thing, and everyone will be fine.”
After I hear nothing else for a moment, I assume he’s ended the call and I knock. I’m greeted with a rather terse, “Come in,” and push the door open.
Martin has his back to me, looking out the window of his rather impres
