“Good afternoon, could you tell me which floor I can find the director of pharmacy?” I ask her.
“She’s on the sixth floor,” she responds.
“Thank you,” I say as I walk over the elevator and hit the button. The doors open immediately, and I punch the sixth-floor button.
We decided we would go to the source before going to see Mr. Fields.
We are led to Gretchen Fischer’s office by her assistant. She’s on the phone as we are standing there.
“I’m sorry, I’m going to have to call you back,” she says before ending the call.
“Can I help you?” she asks as she stands up from her desk.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m Detective Maguire from Boston Homicide Division, and these are FBI Agents Morgan and Robertson,” I tell her as I make introductions.
“What can I do for you?” she asks nervously.
“Two weeks ago, I was here to see the Director of the Hospital, and he called you requesting a report for your accountability of the NMBAs,” I begin.
“Yes, I remember that call. I sent up the report that afternoon once the audit was completed,” she says.
“Well, ma’am, we never received that report, because the Director wanted a warrant, well I have the warrant, and I would like all your pharmacy audits. I will take the report you sent him two weeks ago, and I want a full audit of your entire inventory,” I tell her.
“Can I see the warrant, please?” she asks, and I pull it out of my pocket. “Do you mind if I call our attorneys and have them look this over?”
“Not at all. We will be here, waiting,” I tell her, and she walks to her office to presumably call the attorneys, but I think she’s calling Director Fields.
My assumptions are correct when he comes storming down the hall with two suits behind him, “What is the meaning of this, Detective?” he snarls, and Ms. Fischer comes out of her office.
“Mr. Fields, so nice to see you again. You requested we get a search warrant, and that’s exactly what we’ve done.”
“You didn’t come see me,” he says, red-face mad.
“No, Sir. See, this warrant is for your pharmaceuticals, and that falls under the Director of the Pharmacy. We originally came to you as a courtesy, but since you wanted us to get a search warrant, this time, we came to the person responsible for the section,” I tell him nicely.
“Can I see that warrant, please, Detective?” a man in a suit asks.
“Are you the hospital attorney?” I ask since he never introduced himself.
“Yes, forgive me, I’m Richard Price, one of the attorneys here, and this is Landon Marks, another attorney,” he tells me, and I pass him the search warrant.
“Everything is in order, Mr. Fields, they are to have a full audit of all the pharmaceuticals in-house,” Mr. Price tells him.
“What? I thought you only wanted the NMBAs?” he questions.
“I did, but you didn’t want to hand that report over, so the Judge and I wondered what you could be hiding, and he agreed that a full audit of all the drugs was warranted. FBI Agent Robertson,” I say, pointing to Heath, “Will be overseeing the audit to make sure the numbers aren’t misconstrued. If need be, I can also bring in some guys from the crime lab to oversee as well?”
“That won’t be necessary, Detective, Director Fischer will ensure everything is done accurately, and Agent Robertson can observe,” Mr. Price says.
“How can this be allowed?” Director Fields shouts.
“What are you hiding, Mr. Fields?” Mya asks softly as she observes him and his behavior.
“I’m not hiding anything,” he snarls at her. “We run a tight ship here, and you will find no wrongdoing here or any medications missing,” he says before turning around and walking back down the hall.
“Ms. Fischer, please start the audit, Agent Robertson will follow you,” I tell her as Heath moves up.
I whisper to him, “Keep a close eye on her, something is not right,” I tell him, and he nods slightly.
“This could take a couple of days,” Mya says.
“Hopefully, only one, but you could be right,” I say as I watch them walk down the hall opposite the direction where Director Fields went.
“What should we do in the meantime?” she asks.
“We can grab some food and watch the security videos some more. You said earlier we are missing something,” I tell her.
“Yeah, okay, but I’ll come back later this evening to switch out with Heath so he can get something to eat,” she says, still looking down the hall.
“Sounds good,” knowing I’ll be coming back with her.
She shoots Heath a text of the plan and we leave the hospital to grab some food to take back to the precinct.
Watching the security footage from the first murders for the fifth time, my eyes are starting to get crossed, but Mya is focused. I don’t know what she is looking for or thinks we missed, but she hasn’t taken her eyes off the TV screen in three hours.
“Mya,” I call out to her, but she doesn’t acknowledge me, still staring at the screen.
I scoot my chair closer to her, getting a whiff of her flowery shampoo. I want nothing more than to take her hair down and run my fingers through it. I close my eyes, trying to calm my raging hard-on, but allow myself to breathe her in. When I open my eyes, I see I have drifted closer to her neck. All I have to do is place my lips on it, but instead, I whisper in her ear, “Mya.”
