“Are you Mark?” “The one and only. Something fascinating about my desk?” But he didn’t come closer to see what she had been looking at, merely stayed in the doorway with the same amused look her cat got when he spied a mouse away from its hole. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be nosy. I wanted to ask about your fund-raising committee. Is Frances Duarte still a member?” He did not flinch at the name; either he did not yet know she had died or he had some talent as an actor. “Yes. Lovely woman. She’s in our Campaign Cabinet, which I chair. Our current focus is adding a new wing to the neonatal unit. Perhaps you would be interested in our pledge program? Gifts usually start at one million.” Evelyn tensed her jaw to keep it from dropping. “Um. Tax-deductible?” His shoulders brushed the doorjamb on either side, effectively trapping her. “Of course not. As a for-profit hospital, we’re not a 501(c)(3). Are you a friend of Frannie’s?” “No, not really. I was also wondering about Grace Markham.”
