Chapter 53
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The wait for the private investigator's findings was an agonizing exercise in psychological endurance. I continued to run the clinic with a mask of absolute, unshakeable confidence, refusing to let my staff or my patients see the existential threat hanging over our heads. Sarah, however, proved to be an invaluable, fiercely loyal ally in the trenches.
It was a quiet Thursday afternoon. I was in my office finalizing payroll when Sarah walked in and quietly closed the door. She didn't look panicked; she looked triumphant.
"David's investigator is good, but I think I just found something faster," Sarah said, setting her personal laptop on my desk and turning the screen toward me.
"What is this?" I asked, looking at a heavily filtered social media profile.
"I couldn't stop thinking about Arthur Jenkins," Sarah explained, leaning over the desk. "When he came into the clinic three weeks ago, I handled his intake paperwork. I remembered he was wearing a very specific, limited-edition jacket from a private golf club out in the suburbs. The Silver Pines Country Club."
"That's an incredibly exclusive club," I noted. "It requires a massive initiation fee. A random walk-in patient shouldn't be able to afford that."
"Exactly," Sarah smiled fiercely. "So, I bypassed his locked social media profiles and searched the public tagged photos for the Silver Pines location tags over the last three months. Look at this picture from a charity golf tournament held two weeks before he walked into our clinic."
I stared at the photograph. It showed a group of wealthy men holding golf clubs, smiling brightly for the camera. Standing right in the center of the group, looking perfectly healthy and athletic, was Arthur Jenkins.
And standing directly next to him, with his arm slung casually over Jenkins’s shoulder, was Richard Caldwell.
"Caldwell," I breathed, the absolute proof of the conspiracy staring me right in the face.
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"Jenkins isn't just a random patient," Sarah declared. "He is personal friends with OmniCare's lead acquisition executive. They orchestrated the entire visit. Jenkins came here specifically to establish a patient record so they could launch this fraudulent lawsuit."
"Print this immediately," I commanded, a fierce, victorious fire igniting in my chest. "And secure a digital backup. I am calling David. We just found the smoking gun."
