Still, during their drive through the chaotic late afternoon traffic, Eric was impressed with the bug’s élan. He was also relieved that the attorney had returned his flask to his suit-coat pocket after a single draught, and had shown no inclination toward another toast. There was too much at stake at this point to have to question the man’s judgment. If Connolly was concerned about being followed, he showed no sign of it, staying essentially in one lane and seldom, if ever, checking the rearview mirror. Nor did he offer Eric any explanation as to why they were headed into the Roxbury section of the city, directly away from Bernard Nelson’s Boylston Street office. “Trust the bug,” was all he would say. Before leaving his apartment, Eric had called Joe Silver at White Memorial. The E.R. director coolly suggested that it would be in everyone’s best interest if Eric voluntarily removed himself from the staff until the whole matter of his arrest on drug charges was resolved. Eric intimated, without giving any details, that there were some illegal and dangerous practices going on at White Memorial which he would be in a much better position to ferret out on the active staff.
