He came through the door and he looked at me.
One look.
He crossed the kitchen and sat in front of me at the table and he said: "Tell me."
I told him.
Everything — Adisa's call, the complaint, Idris Mael, the surgery three years ago, the review board, the clearance, the specific quality of losing a patient correctly and having to carry that anyway.
And then the thing that Crone's team was doing with it now.
He listened without interrupting.
When I finished he was very still.
"You were cleared," he said.
"Yes," I said.
"Three years ago," he said. "Before any of this."
"Yes," I said.
"You didn't know who he was."
"No," I said. "I didn't know anything about Crone for another three years."
He held my eyes.
"Then the complaint is without foundation," he said.
"The motivation is
