Something cold and hard settled into my spine.
“And the girl’s bills?” I asked.
Voss looked at me like he’d forgotten I was in the room.
“I’m sorry?”
“Maddie Harmon’s bills.”
“Her mother’s insurance ran out in March.”
“Your billing office sent her to collections.”
“While that folder sat in your drawer.”
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
“Somebody paid them,” I said.
“Do you know who?”
He glanced at Nate.
Just for a second.
He knew.
Of course he knew.
“Forty-three thousand dollars,” I said.
“Out of an eight-year-old’s college fund.”
“To cover what your board saved by not hiring two surgeons.”
Voss put his glasses back on.
“Mrs. Cole, I understand you’re upset.”
“You don’t understand anything about me,” I said.
“But you’re about to.”
I took out my phone.
I held it up so he could see the screen.
The red dot was still blinking.
Four minutes and twelve seconds.
