(Vaughn)
I woke up Monday morning at Donovan's house feeling like garbage.
I'd barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought about Emily. About the recording. About what we had on Kieran.
It wasn't enough. I knew it wasn't enough.
Emily had confirmed what we already knew. That Kieran had made a mistake at Johns Hopkins. That the hospital covered it up. That people signed NDAs.
But she hadn't given us proof. She hadn't told us exactly what happened. And without that, we had nothing.
I got up and took a shower. Got dressed in jeans and a t shirt. My shift at the hospital didn't start until ten tonight. I had the whole day to kill.
Donovan was already awake when I came into the kitchen. He was making eggs.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning."
"You look terrible."
"I feel terrible.
