Chapter 50
FOR THE THIRD MORNING in a row, Yuki pulled open the heavy glass-and-etched-steel door at the Civic Center Courthouse. This was now officially an obsession. The question — was she completely nuts?
She flashed her ID at the security guard and then took the elevator to courtroom 4A.
She was on leave from her job, and it was either come to court every day or go crazy with heartbreak and fury. The only thing that got her out of bed in the morning was that she could watch Maureen O’Mara make her case against Municipal Hospital.
Court was already in session when Yuki entered the packed room. She saw one vacant place in the center of the gallery and wriggled past a dozen pairs of resistant knees before finally taking a seat. “Sorry,” she whispered.
Yuki then sat riveted as men and women who’d lost family members at Municipal took the stand, each witness telling in wrenching testimony how he or she had lost a child, or a spouse, or a parent because of medical neglect and malpractice.
Yuki was still so raw it was all she could do to stop herself from weeping along with the witnesses. But she didn’t cry. She forced herself to look at O’Mara’s case the way a lawyer would.
It was exactly as Cindy had said at Susie’s more than a week ago.
The patients had been admitted through the emergency room, they recovered in the ICU, then something happened and the patient died.
That was exactly what had happened to her mom.
If only she could go back in time and check her mother out of that hellhole.
If only she had done that.
Yuki heard Lawrence Kramer dismiss a tearful mother on the stand. “I have no questions for this witness, thank you.”
As the poor woman choked back sobs, Yuki pressed a handkerchief hard against her own eyes with both hands.
She took deep, painful breaths as Maureen O’Mara called the next witness.
“Call Dr. Lee Chen.”