Bo sat in a corner, taking notes. “Dr. Grayson is such a good doctor. Everyone loves him. He’s devoted to his patients,” the nurse said, dabbing away tears with a tissue. “Did you notice anything unusual about the two patients in question?” Walter asked, in full “I’m your favorite uncle, you can tell me anything” mode. “Well, with their preferred treatment unavailable, the meds we gave made them comfortable, kept them stable until we could find the injectable chemo they needed. When they started to improve, we nurses thought it was a miracle.” “Did Dr. Grayson ever see patients without a nurse present?” “Like I said, he loved his patients. Sometimes he’d visit, just to chat with them or play video games.” Lucky glanced sharply to the left to find Bo looking back. Bo’s chin dipped in a barely perceptible nod. Interesting. Walter turned to speak to the hospital administrator. “I want Grayson’s office searched for samples. Keith? Go with him.” The nurse twisted the tissue in her hands.
