Neil McMahon - To The Bone

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"Neil McMahon's thrillers have the precision of a surgeon's scalpel." – Michael Connelly
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Late one hot summer night, a beautiful young actress named Eden Hale – only hours removed from breast-augmentation surgery, and writhing in pain – stumbles to the telephone and dials 911. Within minutes, an ambulance rushes her to San Francisco's Mercy Hospital. But by the time she arrives, she is dying, fast, of a mysterious, unrecognizable condition.
Dr. Carroll Monks, the ER physician on duty, races to sort through her baffling symptoms in the few minutes he has left to save her. Monks has a sudden insight and, against the advice of his peers, risks a radical treatment, which will prove to be either a brilliant maneuver or a potentially deadly mistake. It fails. Eden Hale, vibrantly healthy and barely twenty-five years old, is dead.
The fallout is immediate and intense. The plastic surgeon who operated on Eden – Dr. D. Welles D'Anton, whose reputation as a surgical guarantor of perfection and agelessness has conferred on him a guru-like status – blames Monks for her death. Criticism from Monks's hospital colleagues quickly follows and the threat of a lawsuit is not far behind. Monks's career is in jeopardy, but his own guilt and uncertainty are what haunt him worst of all.
Convinced there's a hidden cause to Eden's death, Monks starts to delve into her past. Despite roadblocks that spring up in his path, he soon learns that the former prom queen was not the all-American girl she seemed to be: she was caught up in the world of pornography, and was even, possibly, having an illicit affair with D'Anton. Then Monks uncovers a secret that is far more frightening: other young women in D'Anton's care have wound up missing, dead, or horribly disfigured.
In his search for the truth, Monks is drawn into a culture of unimaginable wealth and vanity – only to discover that he is being used as a pawn in a decadent game of glamour and cruelty, one that places him in the crosshairs of a deadly psychopath.

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"She's a city ME's case," Monks said. "Would you have time to look her over before they come get her? Check tox screen and lab?"

"I'll do it as soon as we get this one cleaned up."

Monks thanked him and left. Roman would not be able to open the body or take tissue samples – a big hindrance to a thorough investigation. But he had performed thousands of autopsies over twenty years, in San Francisco and adjacent counties. There was not much he had not encountered, and he was very clear-eyed. It was just possible he would spot something that pointed to the DIC's cause.

If not, Monks would have to wait for the medical examiner's findings – a minimum of six weeks, probably more like months – with the possibility that, even then, nothing new would turn up.

He walked back upstairs to the Records library, poured himself a cup of bad urn-brewed coffee, and sat down to do his charts. He was a firm believer in getting the information on paper while it was still fresh in his head, and in noting extensive details. He had worked as an investigator for a malpractice insurance company for more than a decade, reviewing cases where other physicians were being sued and advising the company as to whether to fight it in court or settle out. Time after time, he had encountered situations where another sentence or two on a chart might have made the difference in justifying what a physician had done and why.

But his concentration kept returning to Eden Hale. He gave up on the other charts, went to the hospital's main library, and started looking for information on DIC and heparin. An hour later, he had tapped several sources, but he was not much wiser.

The major causes of DIC were what Roman had named – sepsis, malignancy, trauma, reaction to transfusion, complications of pregnancy, with many other idiopathic possibilities. DIC had a mortality rate of 85 percent. Some findings indicated that heparin might help in small-scale DIC. It had not been shown to help in large-scale DIC. But then, nothing had.

Eden's onset had been massive and fast. It might have gone differently if he had gotten her a few hours earlier.

He was staring at her chart, pondering, when he realized that the name being called on the hospital paging system was his:

"Dr. Monks, please call 5100 immediately."

5100 was a direct line to the office of Mercy's chief administrator, Baird Necker. A summons like this was rare.

Monks went to a house phone and spoke to Baird's secretary, who told him that Baird would like to see him. The word immediately was used again.

Monks packed his charts into his daypack and took the elevator to the sixth floor. It was just after eight a.m.

Baird Necker's secretary greeted Monks cautiously. Necker and Monks respected and even liked each other, with a common interest in keeping the hospital at top performance. But circumstances sometimes made them adversaries, and when Monks showed up here, it was usually because there was trouble.

The secretary picked up her phone, spoke to Baird briefly, and nodded. Monks walked through to the inner office. It was spare and orderly, decorated only with a photo of Baird's wife and children, and several framed certificates hanging on the walls – diplomas, professional affiliations, and an honorable discharge from the Marine Corps.

Baird, bullnecked and crew-cut, was sitting at the desk, reading the schedule of today's meetings and events. A foot-long Tabacalero cigar was laid out with military precision in the desk's left front corner, square to both edges, with a brass dovetail cigar cutter resting beside it. When Baird finished lining out his day, he would go up onto the hospital's roof and light up, then return there many times to relight for a few minutes, until the cigar ended up a soggy stump that he would abandon, with great regret, at quitting time.

"So I walk into my office, and first thing, I get a call from Welles D'Anton," Baird said. "Hot enough to fuck twice. Yelling that we killed a patient of his."

Monks felt his hands tightening – a sign that he was getting seriously annoyed.

"Not only that, we even had the nerve to try to interrupt his beauty sleep," Monks said. "In case he had information that might have helped keep her alive."

"Calm down, Carroll. D' Anton's touchy."

"My nurses and I were frantic trying to save that girl, and I'm supposed to worry about him being touchy?"

"You want to tell me what happened?"

"She came in comatose," Monks said. "No clear reason. Within a few minutes, I recognized a condition called DIC. Widespread clotting that was blocking her circulation. Breaking that up was the only hope of getting fluids in. I tried, but her heart failed – she was just too weak. What caused the DIC, I still don't know."

Baird picked up the cigar, held it for a few seconds, then put it back down, straightening it carefully.

"I also got a call from Paul Winner," Baird said.

"Winner? What the hell does he have to do with this?" Winner was a sixtyish internist, an old-schooler who did not care for ER docs in general, or for Monks in particular. When Winner was starting out, ER medicine as a specialty did not exist; internists and GPs were on call to handle emergency duties. This did not necessarily make for a high level of competence – certainly not by current standards – but he still considered himself highly qualified.

"He heard about the case – heard you treated the girl with heparin," Baird said. "He wanted me to know he thought it was insane, administering a blood thinner to someone who was bleeding out."

Monks remembered that the recording nurse had objected, too – wondered if she knew Winner and had put this bug in his ear.

"Paul Winner wasn't there," Monks said. "And he doesn't deal with situations where somebody's life's on the line. You're right, he'd have done it by the book – never in a million years would he have taken that chance."

"The bottom line is, the chance didn't work, Carroll. Sorry to put it like that."

"But it might have, Baird. It came close. What would you rather, that she didn't even have that?"

"I'd rather not have the situation I'm facing."

Monks put the heels of his hands against his eyes and pressed hard. It felt good and gave the illusion of helping to clear his head.

"Look," Monks said. "There had to be another factor at work, something that was assaulting her overall system."

"But you don't know what?"

"Not yet."

"Any hard evidence of it?"

"No," Monks admitted.

"Will it turn up in the autopsy?"

"I don't know."

Baird slapped a heavy forearm down on the desk, glaring. "What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Remember that I've been doing this a long time. If I don't go by Paul Winner's book, I've got a reason."

"If you'd recognized that mystery cause and treated it," Baird said, "would it have turned out different?"

"I don't think anything could have brought her back from that DIC."

"But it sure would look better, Carroll."

Baird got up, walked to a west-facing window, and stood staring out with hands shoved into his slacks pockets, sport coat hiked up over his wrists. The hospital was located in San Francisco's southwest quadrant, less than a mile from the Pacific shore. Monks could see that there was not a trace of fog; sky and ocean were both pale blue, the horizon indistinguishable. It was going to be another hot day.

"I'm not saying you were wrong," Baird said. "I'm telling you what it could look like to an outsider. Like you followed your hunch, instead of standard procedure."

"She wasn't responding to standard procedure," Monks said. "And it wasn't a hunch. It's what the literature says. And it's what I know in my bones from twenty-five years of practice."

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